Disclaimer: I do not own anything recognizable as J.K. Rowlings. I own the plot and a couple new characters.

Warning: This is a slash fic. If you are not old enough, or mature enough to read, PLEASE DON'T! I do not want to be flamed for having my own opinions.

'' are thoughts

// are dreams

Italics  are Flashbacks

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"Hi."

Draco couldn't believe it. It was as if his thoughts had summoned him from across the world. Draco absorbed Harry from the ground up. 'He looks pretty much the same... Except a little older.' When he got to Harry's neck he stopped. The necklace with the two rings attached to it were glowing slightly. They always did that when their owners where together. It took a moment for the fact that Harry had both rings to set in. When it did Draco's eyes jerked up to meet Harry's.

"That's my ring." Draco stated. Harry nodded and grinned.


"Very astute, Draco. Now, why did I find it in my room?" Harry asked while pulling the necklace over his head.

"I must have dropped it. I usually have -.... Wait. You're living here?" Harry nodded again, and handed the newly freed ring back to its owner.

"Yes, until I find a new place. Here." Harry replied while handing Draco the ring. When Draco reached for it, Harry's hand brushed his. They both jumped as a jolt ran through them. He met Harry's eyes again, and saw that there were tears in them. Panic took hold of Draco. He turned around and ran back to the house.

"I'm sorry, Draco. So sorry," Harry said softly, as tears flowed like rain down his face.

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"What do you mean, you haven't told him yet!?" Hermione screeched at Ron. "Don't you know that they are most likely going to see each other! Why didn't you tell him!?" Ron flinched as the pitch of her voice kept on rising. As much as he loved the woman, he desperately wanted to duct tape her to the tree in the front yard. 'Amazing thing, duct tape is. Whoever thought the muggles would come up with it!' he thought to himself until a slam shook the building. Ron flinched once again as Hermione stormed away hissing, "You deal with it."

Ron looked up and saw that a very angry Draco Malfoy was stalking toward him, ignoring all the looks and whispers that he was getting. When he got to Ron, he stopped, pain and confusion written all over his face. "Why didn't you tell me he was back?" he managed to get out. "Why didn't you warn me!?"

"I didn't think-" Ron shook his head. "I am so sorry Draco. I -" Before he could get out the whole sentence, Draco interrupted him.

"You had better be sorry. Leaving him was the hardest thing I ever did. Seeing him just now was the second. I miss him like crazy, and then I turn around and there he is!" Draco took a look around the room, at all the eyes plastered to him, and pulled Ron to the bathroom. When they got in, Draco looked at Ron and said, "You. Sit there. I need to talk." Ron nodded and sat down on the sink counter while Draco paced back and forth.

"I froze. I didn't know what to do. He said, 'Hi.' All I could think was, ' Not now, why now.'" Draco stopped, shook his head, and continued. "You want to know what I said? 'That's my ring.' He had my ring on his necklace. I must have dropped it here." Draco looked at Ron, tears starting to appear in his eyes. "He had his ring on the necklace too. He kept it. He wore it." Draco's tears flowed freely down his face. "Ron," he choked out, "Ron, I still want him. I still love him."

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Harry sat down, his whole body heavy with the weight that one only gets from breaking someone's heart.  'After five bloody years, you'd think I would have myself convinced that I did the right thing. And I did, for awhile... But then I started getting those dreams again. The ones from when he left. Those got me thinking again. Could I possibly have done it any differently?' Harry paused his thoughts as he went back inside the building. Hermione caught his eye.

"Harry!" she called, her voice filled with worry. "Harry, are you okay?" Harry smiled at her and the baby asleep in her arms, nodded, paused, and then shook his head negatively.


"No, no I'm not. Hermione, come with me. Please? I need to get some things off my mind." Harry and Hermione walked up the stairs to Harry's room. When they got inside, Harry walked to the dresser by the bed. "I don't believe I have ever shown you this... It's kind of personal." He pulled out the photo album that Narcissa had given him for a graduation gift. "Draco has the other one. Narcissa gave them to us. At the back there is a section where we can write to each other. The pages never run out, and the ink never runs. The only downfall is that it takes awhile for the messages to show up on the other person's book." Harry opened to the section where he had written in when he first got back to England. "I wrote in it again. Draco should have it by now." Hermione looked at what Harry had written.

"Forever, Draco, Forever. A forever love."

"What does that mean, Harry? Forever?" Hermione asked.

"Well, after Draco and I got really serious, I told him often that we were going to be together forever; that we had a forever kind of love." Harry closed his eyes against the memory.

"Why did he leave, Harry? He never told us, and neither did you." Hermione asked, anxious to finally know the answer that had been bugging her for five years.

"He left because I told him that we couldn't be together anymore." Hermione sat there shocked. Harry could practically see the wheels turning inside her mind.

"But you were going to get married! Why did you tell him that?"

"Because Voldemort was getting back to full strength, and he would use anything to break me... To stop me from killing him. He would have killed Draco. I couldn't have dealt with that. So I did the only thing I could think of to save him. I pushed him away." He hadn't told anyone the real reason why he and Draco split up. It felt like a great weight was lifted off of him.

"But you killed Voldemort two years after you broke up. Why did you wait another three before you came back?" She didn't understand wanting to stay away from someone that he obviously still loved.

"Because I was scared. I still loved him, but I didn't want to face him again. Even now I love him. For me.... it is still forever."

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Later that night, after they put Muireann to bed, Ron and Hermione lay on their bed trying to sleep. They tossed and turned for the good portion of an hour before Ron finally broke the silence.

"Draco still loves him."

"I know," Hermione replied. "Harry still loves him too."

"Well," Ron asked, "what are we going to do about it?" Hermione shot him a look.

"We aren't going to do anything. They are going to have to work it out by themselves."

"But what about-"

"No buts," Hermione stated. "None." Any doubts Ron had about butting in on Draco and Harry's lives, were squashed with the look Hermione sent him.

"Okay then. No butting in."

"Wise man," Hermione said, leaning in for a kiss.

Author's Notes: Thank you to my new beta reader, Evil Story Penguins! I am very sorry I didn't send you this chapter.. If you will edit it from here, then send it to me, that would be great...  Also, if any of you have suggestions as to the plot of the story or mistakes that you see, please feel free to tell me! BTW: The evil review monster is calling for more. I keep on telling her that she needs to be happy with what she has, but does she listen? No! So help me out here, review me! I really would like to stay alive.. Who else would play the solos for West Side Story?

~ Fire and Night