I would just like to thank everyone who has read this story. Thanks to everyone who commented and gave me good criticism which helped this story grow into what it has become. This is the final chapter... so enjoy.

much love Jenna :P

3 Years later Harry proposed to Draco after deciding, but never actually doing it until everyone finally made him. Of course Draco naturally said yes with great enthusiasm and a year later they were married. Now another 3 years later Draco stood in the kitchen hands on hips, pout on lips.

"No," Harry said.

"Just tell me, how I can help you, if you don't tell me, it's impossible," Draco replied.

"It's nothing," Harry replied as he picked up the Daily Prophet. Draco turned angrily back to the stove and stirred a pot that was simmering with the mince for spaghetti bolognaise. After they got married Harry got a job at Hogwarts as Defence against the Dark Arts teacher and Draco took to cooking 'like muggles', which he enjoyed.

"Did something happen at work?" Draco asked after some time.

"No," Harry replied coldly turning another page of the paper.

"Harry, please, just talk to me," Draco pleaded, he really hated seeing his husband like this.

"No, just forget it," Harry said through his teeth. Draco sighed and felt his chest been pulled down with the pain of knowing he wasn't helping his lover. They ate dinner in silence and Draco hated every moment of it. When they'd finished Draco cleaned the kitchen with the help of a spell.

"Don't leave the kitchen," Draco said when Harry stood. "We need to talk,"

"Then talk," Harry said as he leant against the wall near the door.

"You've been like this for weeks now," Draco said.

"Like what?" Harry asked even though he knew the answer plain as day.

"Distant, not talking to me when you're upset... Is there something I need to know?" Draco asked as he sat down.

"There is nothing you need to know," Harry said before leaving. Draco sighed and went to the library and read for some time before he headed upstairs to their room. He walked in and saw Harry lying awake staring at the ceiling.

"Harry," Draco all but whispered. Harry turned his head and looked at Draco who just shook his head and took his pyjamas into the bathroom. When he came back he got into bed and turned his back on Harry, he didn't even bother saying I love you because Harry hadn't said it in weeks. When he woke he felt angry with himself that he hadn't said that he loved Harry, even if Harry didn't say it back. Walking down into the kitchen he found Harry reading the paper.

"Good morning," he smiled.

"Morning," Harry mumbled and this sent Draco into a furry.

"For crying out loud will you talk instead of mumbling all of the freaking time!" he yelled. Harry looked up from the paper with surprise. "I'm sick and tired of all of this, how on earth am I supposed to love you when all you do is give me the cold shoulder and treat me like... like a bloody house elf, am I not worth anything?!" he continued.

"What did I say?" Harry asked calmly.

"It's what you haven't said!" Draco replied angrily as he walked to the window and stared out. Harry said nothing so Draco continued. "For weeks I go to bed feeling like I'm sleeping next to a tree because you never say anything and you never kiss me goodnight," his voice was getting softer as he spoke.

"Draco..." Harry started but was cut off.

"I'm confused, tired, hurt, emotionally I'm worn out... Because if you haven't noticed already I'm up most nights blaming myself for you been the way you are... But not once did you ask why I'd been crying and not once did you pull me close and tell me everything's going to be ok," Draco was getting upset and it showed in his voice but he didn't care.

"I'm sorry..." Harry said as he stood from his chair.

"Are you?" Draco asked as he turned to face Harry "are you really sorry?"

"Yes I am... I understand that I've been distant but I just... didn't know how to tell you..." Harry said.

"Is that really all that's on your mind? Or is there more?" Draco asked. Harry looked at the clock and then to Draco. "Fine... I know what your gonna say, so just go to work but I promise you this conversation will get finished as soon as you get home," Draco said.

"Ok," Harry said before pecking Draco's lips for the first time in weeks, then leaving. Draco walked into the hallway where a table stood with parchment and a quill and started to write. He then folded the note and wrote Harry on the back before sticking it to the bedroom door.

XxX

Harry stepped through the front door and waited for Draco to appear and after a few moments Harry realised that it was a little too quite. He placed his bag down and headed for the kitchen to find emptiness. He suddenly felt like a rock pile was in the pit of his stomach and quickly raced to check the rest of the house; no sign of Draco. Bedroom he thought and was running but immediately stopped when he saw a piece of folded parchment with his name written across it in Draco's handwriting. He took a breath and took the parchment and opened it. After reading it he put his back to the wall and slid down, feeling like he'd been hit by a train.

Dear Harry,

I've taken a holiday of sorts. You need to consider some things about our relationship. Are you still willing to take care of me? Do you still love me? It seems that when you tell me you love me you lie, when you talk you hide things, I've been searching blind for weeks now and I'm confused.

What about us? What about love? That's the one thing that we never discuss. I don't want to blame you and I don't want to push but what about us? What about saying that we would never give up? We're in danger.

Please, please, make the right decision. I'll be back in a week's time, take this time to make the right decision.

Draco xoxo