Disclaimer: I do not own thee Harry Potter, I do not own a turquoise otter. I do not own thee Draco Malfoy, because you are another's boy. I do not own thee Voldemort, you're far too of the evil sort. Although you've vanished I do own thee, she is my character, Aura V.

Enticement: This story revolves around a SLASH RELATIONSHIP. As in Harry and Draco, together. If you do not like this kind of story, please do not read this!

Thank you to all of my wonderful reviewers: thecoffeebringer, Ninsetta Tristel Sundar, Smi, laura (I suppose.), Pie, and she who cried at the end of Lotr, even though she'd already seen it once before, and read the books (those star wars lines were so funny!)



I guess the only thing left to do now is say goodbye. Goodbye to the cruel fates that left me alone in the hour that I most needed to be comforted. Goodbye to the family that I never had. Goodbye to the friends who were not friends at all. Goodbye to the shadow that my life has become. If only I'd had a Fool to tell me earlier that my life would succumb to this. Would I have chosen it any other way, though? No. Absolutely not. I was given the greatest gift in all the universe, I am not the one who looks the gift horse in the mouth. Despite the fact that this gift has brought me the ultimate suffering, I still would not have it any other way. It is better to have loved and lost, then to have never loved at all. Somebody got quite famous off coining that phrase. Were I not so focused otherwise, I suppose I might recall who . no matter. I leave now to join you love.

"Where we could not be together in life, let us be together in death," said Draco as he held the shotgun to his head. A coward's way, perhaps, but it was a man's way. He would not die a wizard's death. He did not deserve so much. Plus, Harry had died at the hands of a wizard. He would not curse that honor with his own foul ends. He ran his finger lightly over the scar across his heart. It was fitting that in the blast that Voldemort had initially thrown at Harry and himself he should receive a scar over his most destroyed organ. Metaphorically perfect too. No part of his body was more scarred than his heart. He moved his finger back up to the trigger, and gently closed his eyes.

"Wait."

No . it couldn't be . it couldn't possibly be? Draco slowly opened his eyes.

"Dear god, Harry! You're all right!" he ran over to embrace the man, but Harry stepped away from his outstretched arms. "Harry, oh god, what is it?"

"Don't welcome me with open arms. Shoot me with that gun maybe, but don't welcome me."

"Harry, what the hell are you talking about?"

"I came this close, Draco, this close. I almost - almost ." at this point Harry broke down and began to sob, the guilt and shame over what he'd almost just done washing over him. He had been ready to watch Draco, the only man who'd ever loved him, die. Die for HIM. If there was any reason now for him not to burn in hell, he would have been most amazed.

Realization flooded over Draco. A very bitter realization indeed. "You never got hurt, did you? All this time, you were alive. You were alive, and you were going to let me . to let me . oh, Harry, why?" he cried, nearly in tears himself.

"I wanted . oh, everything! I wanted to have everything! All the power that Voldemort had, I wanted it to be mine! I wanted to take it from him, and seek vengeance against every ghost that's ever tormented me. You were the only person strong enough to stand in my way. I needed to get rid of you! I figured my hands would be clean if you did it yourself! Oh god, I've become a monster. Worse than Voldemort himself. I know this means nothing, but Draco, I am so sorry." he became somewhat hysterical.

"What made you change your mind?" Draco asked coldly.

"I . I fell . in love with you. For real. Not just as a play for power. I know this sounds corny as hell but its true. I realized that you meant something to me that no one else ever has. For a few brief hours, you loved me like no one else ever will. In you I found everything I ever needed. I'm not worth anything to you now, I know. If you kill me now, I wouldn't hold it against you. I don't deserve to live. I just couldn't watch you . you . for me . I'm so . so sorry," Harry whispered.

"Harry, I - "

"Please, Draco, don't say anything. Just end it."

"Harry, I know I'm not the most noble person in the world, and I don't intend to start being that person now. But you were the greatest love of my life. You've hurt me like I've never been hurt before, but I'm not going to kill you. I don't play those games."

"Were," he muttered sadly.

"What?"

"You said 'were.' You 'were' the greatest love of my life. I got up yesterday morning, having nothing to lose. Now, I've lost everything that I never even knew I had. Without even knowing it, yesterday, I found everything. Today, I lost it all."

Draco started as he realized that these were the very words he had thought to himself when he first picked up the gun, and realized how much he loved Harry. Yes, loved as in the present tense. Harry still was the greatest love of his life. If Draco could change so much, maybe Harry could too. Draco then recalled another thing he had thought: "I will not live without him. End of story." But maybe this was not yet the end. Maybe they were still back at the beginning, somehow.

"Harry," he said gently.

"Yes?" said the raven-haired man, unable to look up.

"I know you've done some terrible things. Then again, so have I. I changed for the better, and I know it was because of you. I know a part of me was destroyed today, that I may never get back," at this Harry looked like he was about to sob once more. "But I'm willing to try and find it again."

Harry looked up at him in shock. "Do you mean, after I've put you through every possible hell imaginable, you would still want me?"

"I didn't say that. You have made me feel like the kings of kings and the king of slime. You have brought me to my highest peak, and struck me down to the lowest valley. I don't know if I can ever really love you again. I don't know if I can get back what you have taken from me. But I am willing to think about it. It's hard to give up everything you ever wanted, ever hoped for. I don't know if I can make this decision right now. I need time to think, and decide if you and I are worth trying again. I cannot answer you right now. I may not be able to answer you tomorrow, or the next day, or the next. But someday the question of if you and I are meant to be will be decided," said Draco.

"I understand," said Harry. "And, for what it's worth, I thank you for even the possibility of another chance."

With this said the pair turned towards the sunset, and the long road ahead.

Quick statistics: 75% of all I have asked have thought that the first monologue belonged to Harry. Basically three people said Harry, one said Draco. Guess I couldn't fool you Mandé. 100% of all polled said forgiveness was a no-no. Does this now leave room for a trilogy? Debatable.

A/N: I know, I know, it got kind of fluffy at the end, but I just can't write a really dark fanfic. It's just so much easier to sleep at night knowing you've created something rather nice, instead of something . well . not nice. Either way, I hope this sequel satisfies you, Emmy. And if anyone is actually wondering why I keep saying that I own Aura even though she hasn't been in the story since the first chapter, it's because she was supposed to come back in the end. After Draco killed himself (yes, originally he did do that), Harry came out to make sure he was dead. Once he was satisfied, he called to his partner in crime and mistress, Aura Venezia. But that just got so twisted that I gave up on that tack. I think this way turned out better. Anyway, yeah. The end. :) Ciao.

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