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A/N I have two updates today, so I feel accomplished in someway hehe. I love this update as well..I really think I'm getting better as I write more stories :) so enjoy! Oh yeah, Poems Mine. Gonna answer some Reviews now!

Larna Mandrea I don't like to let stories die...I try my best to keep up soemthing i started xD

lampshadesrgreat awww thankies for calling me talented -blushes- Oo i do read mercedes lackey (sp?) I really like the authors books! Ghost confrontation? Maybe in the next update I will write that!

Mistress Vamp -hands over tissues- Hehe I cried when I wrote this update so you're not alone :P

InuLorien Hmm I dunno if I want Draco to die, maybe in the end. I dunno whats going to happen, if Harry doescome back Draco's gonna be pissed, that's all I know!

xxphatxbaybeexx Draco's having a tough time foorgeting Harry, so I really can't imagine him in a realtionship with anyone for a long time..We'll see I'm making this up as I go along xD As always.

Days turn into weeks,

And the weeks turn into a month,

It's still odd

Even when time passes you by.

Some things move more smoothly then others,

It's almost same old same old,

But the excitement leaves,

When the one who brought it around leaves.

Ron looked up at the calendar noticing the date written in the black print. October 31st. Ron remembered suddenly, the one time he and Harry had somehow managed to knock the troll down that one Halloween. So many memories were held on such dates like this, and it hurt to know Harry wasn't there to bring a few more memories into play.

Ron had his Family, Hermione, and even Malfoy, he would grudgingly admit, had become a friend when he was not being an insulting bastard. Ron looked around the dormitory, seeing nothing out of place. It felt normal, this was his new normal.

The red and gold drapes around the four beds, Neville sitting on his bed trying to write a Potions essay, Seamus and Dean talking happily, punching each other and throwing pillows at Ron. A smile reached Ron's lips as one pillow was thrown into his face.

Ron picked up the red pillow, holding it on his lap for a second before throwing it back. "You're on!" Ron cried, hiding behind the bed as Seamus picked up the pillow and threw it across the room where it hit the wall with a silent noise.

'Harry would have been really good at dodging the pillows' Ron thought, as Dean threw a pillow Neville's way, spilling blue ink over his bed. Neville cried out, and turned to glare at Dean. Dean smiled shakily, muttering a sorry and performing a cleaning spell.

This happened almost daily, and it sometimes changed as the days went on. Ron felt that it was slowing down, because nothing new happened. Being around Harry had always been interesting, whether it was wanted or not. Now it was more normal.

Ron didn't know if he felt it was better or not, but right now his only worry was if he was going to pass Potions or not. So life was easier, but at the same time it was nothing he had ever experienced. The calm to it all was driving Ron mad. But there was no way to change the past, and Ron didn't feel that he wanted to. Maybe it was better this way.

Days turn into weeks,

And the weeks turn into a month

Could almost say it was always this same routine

Strange odds and ends happen,

Once and again.

Memories of you no longer haunt

Yet it's always at the back of ones mind.

Hermione scribbled quickly on her test paper, hoping she had enough time to finish her Charms test. She stared at her watch for a second before realizing she had only twenty minutes left and she had three questions left.

She scribbled more fiercely, determined to get the test done so she wouldn't fail it. She knew that she would probably get most of it right, yet she still felt worried. Nothing had ever changed that.

Hermione suddenly put her quill down, knowing she was finished. She set her hands on the table and allowed her mind to rest for a little bit, and it went straight to Harry. She was starting to forget some things about him, and it was somewhat scary. Time was taking over, and she was forgetting how he looked even. Just a blurry image entered her minds eye now.

Hermione used to have a picture of her, Harry, and Ron but she gave it Draco Malfoy for some odd reason. It seemed to cheer him up slightly to be able to see Harry's face, and that was what Hermione felt was important. Cheering someone else up who was having a harder time forgetting then she was.

Hermione heard the bell ring, and got up with Ron as the cleaned up their stuff and got ready to head down to lunch. They both had promised to help Ginny with some project she had and was finding difficult. Hermione knew that as she got caught up with her life, she forgot Harry a little more each day.

Days turn into weeks,

And the weeks turn into a month.

No sign of you has been seen,

I look sometimes,

Cry myself to sleep in a desperate hope.

No dreams that could be sent from you

Of course it's all a blur,

Time heals I hear, sadly I have yet to feel the hurt

leave.

Draco sat in his bed, trying to make himself sleep. He cuddled deeper into the mattress, beside the warm body of Blaise Zabini. Even though Blaise was radiating heat Draco felt a chill. He didn't feel right beside this naked body, it never felt right.

Draco told Blaise, he just needed a release, and he really had. Blaise nodded and gave him warmth, comfort, caring, and a release. Draco could not return the favor though, he felt locked up for some reason, as if he needed a key to let his emotions release. Blaise knew not to expect much from Draco except friendship.

Draco got up and removed Blaise's warm hands off his side, moving to the side of his bed and picking up a picture.

Hermione stood there, looking disappointed in Ron who was laughing so hard his face was turning red, and Harry stared up at Draco, smirking and winking sarcastically. Draco smiled at Harry's face, the one he wanted to see again so badly he would kill for it.

But he never would see it again, and that's what pissed Draco off. His dreams dreamt of friends, family, death, hope, but never Harry. It was like a slap in the face that his subconscious refused to show him Harry in his dreams.

Draco sometimes felt that he'd never get over Harry, he didn't even understand why. Ron and Hermione seemed better; everyone seemed to be over it. So why not him? Draco in truth was scared to let Harry go, because he felt he'd lose Harry forever that way.

'Already lost him Draco' he thought bitterly, placing the picture back down on the wood. He sighed at looked up at the ceiling, moving back into Blaise's warm body. It didn't stop the chill, it didn't stop the pain, and it didn't keep him from losing what was already lost.

Days turn into weeks,

Every day spend thinking of you

And the weeks turn into a month.

Every week living without you

And my month is spent with memories,

Of you.

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