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A/N  if my typing is awful now then please bear with me; one of the fingers I usually use for type is currently the proud owner of a plaster wrapped all around it, so I'm using my index finger instead, and it's not very good.  Aww, poor me.  I was the innocent victim of a paper cut, gotten, ironically, from Harry Potter and the Order of The Phoenix.  Bloody book.  If I get distracted during this chapter, then I apologise, but bear in mind that I was at a wedding this weekend, it was posh, my little finger didn't go down at all.  For me, that was heaven.  I'm still planning how I can afford to buy the country house the reception was held in.  I need to marry someone very rich……

The Man In Pink dragged Harry up the path, while Harry was wondering exactly how the Man In Pink got his bum so shapely and tight, and admiring it.  A lot.  He must work out a lot, or be so lucky that every woman in the world either wants to shag him, or kill him and steal his behind.  Harry jolted himself out of his dirty thoughts, and decided that it was time to try to intimidate the Man In Pink into letting him go. 

'My fiancé's gonna find you, and then you'll be sorry!'  Oh, good one, Harry, he thought.  That'll work.  Threaten him with bloody Lucius.

'You really think that your dearest love will save you?'

'I never said he was my dearest love, I mean, ew!  But yes, he will save me.  That I know.'

'You admit you do not love your fiancé?'

'He knows I do not love him.'

'Incapable of love is what you mean.'

Harry rose, and went to bitchslap the Man In Pink.  However, the Man In Pink easily caught his hand, and stared into his eyes.

Harry stared right back at him and said, slowly and deliberately, 'I have loved more deeply than a killer like yourself could ever dream.'

The Man In Pink dropped Harry's hand, and went to slap Harry, pausing his hand an inch fro Harry's face.  'That was a warning, Potter.  Where I come from there are penalties when a boy lies.'

Harry's eyes widened.  'I know who you are, your cruelty reveals everything! You're a Durmstrang seventh year, admit it!'

'With pride!' The Man In Pink took a florid bow.  'What can I do for you?'

All thoughts of the Man In Pink's bum had flown out of Harry's mind as he stood face to face with one of the people who had taken Draco from him forever.

'You can die slowly, killed by the Cruciatus Curse.'

'Hardly complimentary, Mr.Potter. Why loose your venom on me?'

'You killed my lover.'

'It's possible.  I kill a lot of people if they piss me off.  Was this love of yours at all irritating?'

'No, he was perfect!  Although, if he didn't get his own was he sulked.  No, he was perfect.  With grey eyes that looked right into your soul…' Harry trailed off.  The memory of Draco was too painful, especially with one of his killers standing there.

'He went to Durmstrang to raise money, so we could elope.  You found out he had no money, and you cut him down in the hallway.'

'Ah, I remember him now.  Does it bother you to hear about it?'

'Nothing you can say will hurt me.'

The Man In Pink looked carefully at Harry, then continued.  'He died well, that should please you.  No bribe attempts, not that he could afford the bribes, or blubbering.  He merely said "If you wish me to die then I shall do as you wish.'

Harry choked back a sob at these words, until the Man In Pink resumed talking.

'Now tell me, did you get engaged to his father – yes, I know who he is – the same day, or did you wait a whole week out of respect for the dead?'

'HOW DARE YOU!' screamed Harry, the pain of the last year finally emerging.  'I died that day!  And you can die too for all I care!'  With this he pushed the Man In Pink down the conveniently placed, very steep hill.  As the Man In Pink fell, he shouted 'AS YOU WISH!'

'Oh, my Draco, what have I done?' whispered Harry, and without a thought for his own safety, he tossed himself down the hill after the Man In Pink, who had too late revealed himself to be Draco.

As Harry flopped down the hill he began to wonder if running down might not have been safer, if slightly less dramatic.  He landed on his back at the bottom, and lay there panting.  Draco pulled himself over to Harry, and looked down at him smilingly. 

'How are you here?' asked Harry.  'Dumbledore told me the Durmstrang student killed you.'

'I told you I would always return for you.  Why didn't you wait for me?' replied Draco, infuriatingly answering a question with a question.

'Well, you were dead.'

'Death cannot stop true love. All it can do is delay it for a while.'

With that, Harry and Draco shared their first kiss in a year, erasing all of the hurt and uncertainty, and promising better things in the future.  Little did they know what the future really held for them.