I was walking towards the platform the first day of 6th year when I saw him. He was absolutely incredible. The most wonderful boyfriend, and quite nearly my best friend, except for Ron and my brother. I ran to him. The embrace was so wonderful. After 3 whole months of being without him, I needed to feel his arms around me, his warmth surrounding me.

"Hello my love. Oh how I've missed you." He kissed me then, softly first then harder and more passionate.

"I've missed you too. This summer felt like and eternity." We were walking hand in hand, our fingers entwined, my ring glinting in the sun. It had been three years since he gave me that ring. In those three years I had managed to be Ron's best friend and Draco's girlfriend without there ever having to be contact between the two. I looked at Draco with pride. He was definitely the same guy, only more gentle and loving. Towards me. That's all I asked. You can't change someone's whole personality, then they aren't the person you fell in love with.

I saw Ron and Hermione exit the train, hand in hand, followed by a very sad looking Harry. He never was the same since Sirius died. I waved at Ron, and Hermione, and Ron waved and dragged Hermione over. Harry slowly followed. I unlinked Draco's and my hands so that I could hug Ron. I also stepped over to Harry and wrapped my arms around him. He was soon embracing me as well. I could practically feel his pain.

I looked at Ron and Draco. Each was trying to look at anything but each other. They'd rather die than acknowledge one another. I noticed that finally it was Draco who reached his hand out.

"Weasley." He stood there waiting. Then finally…

"Malfoy." Ron shook his hand. I had never been so happy in my entire life. That was incredible. There were no harsh words, no punches thrown, and most importantly, no hexes being cast about. Wow. It was so amazing. I must have looked shocked, because Draco laughed and turned my face towards his, and kissed my nose.

"Hey! Why are you laughing?" I was blushing.

"Sorry sweetie, but-," He was nearly hysterical then, "Oh the look on your face!! Did you see it Ron?" Ron was laughing too. I noticed Hermione had a look on her face as well, I wondered if it was a mirror image of my own.

"Hello Harry." Draco said. My eyes must have popped out of my head. Draco saw this and continued to laugh. Regardless, he reached out and shook Harry's hand. Pretty soon everyone was laughing. In less than 5 minutes my best friend and my boyfriend went from enemies to acting like old friends.

Finally everyone decided to head up the hill to the castle. Draco had his arm around my waist as we walked. It felt so good to be near him again.

"Draco?" I asked.

"What?" He asked kissing my temple.

"You're acting differently. Why?"

"How do you mean?"

"I mean you hate those guys back there. Or you used to. I'm not complaining at all. It's just strange." I felt uneasy.

"Well, I figured, my father is now in prison, so I have no one's standards to live up to. I wanted to make you happy, and I think I accomplished that." he winked. "Plus I don't know if I ever liked being how I was. It was just that I felt I had to be. You saw through that and I am very grateful. You're the reason I am who I am today." That made me feel wonderful.

"Are you going to act that way towards them always now? Or just when I'm around?" I know I sounded hostile, but I needed to know.

"I am who I am Lily. I'll do what I want." He pulled away. He began to walk faster. I stood there dumbfounded by what he said, and watched him go, as my heart broke into a hundred pieces. I certainly hadn't expected him to be like that. Things had been perfect. But they weren't anymore. Why? Because I opened my mouth. The last fight we had was at the end of 5th year. We'd gone 5 months without a single disagreement, and now… One thing to do. I ran. I ran my fastest to him. I touched his shoulder, he shrugged away.

"Draco?"

"Lily! Leave okay! I need to be alone."

"But-…"

"GO!"

I went. I went all the way to my dormitory and I never looked back. I didn't go to dinner. I cried myself to sleep. I didn't know how things got the way they did. We were talking so nicely. I did not mean to do it. Whatever it was. I didn't exactly know at that point and it killed me.