Author's Note: Sorry (again) for the lack of update! But if it helps at all, I posted a poem called "Shattered Memories" so you can read that as well. Thx again for you're reviews!

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Chapter 5: Found

Draco was up before sunrise. He left the inn and strolled down Hogsmeade's quiet, dimly illuminated streets. He breathed in the cold air deeply and he exhaled warm breaths that quickly dissolved away. The sky was beginning to turn a navy blue and the stars were nowhere in sight. The air was so still and tranquil that he could almost hear someone in the distance breathing. Or- was there breathing…

Draco whipped around, his cloak circling him, and was face to face with his past.

"Draco, it is you," The spiteful, silvery voice broke the deaf silence. "It's so nice to see you again after all these years, despite the foul thing you did to me."

"Pansy-" Draco stumbled backwards.

He panicked. This was not supposed to happen! No one was to know of his constant wanderings! The one he escaped from has found him…

"Now, I'm not one to hold grudges against you, so let's forget that past incident. But I will not lie. I was heartbroken… I loved you… I missed you…" Pansy's eyes grew wider with every word and she stepped closer to Draco.

"H-how did you find me?"

"Oh, dumb luck I suppose… I don't know. But why- how could you leave me? I just want you to know…" A freakishly deranged look swept over her pale face and her voice rose into a mad shriek. "I LOVED YOU THEN AND I STILL LOVE YOU NOW! PLEASE, COME BACK TO ME!"

Her hands extended forward and grabbed Draco's sleeve. She grabbed rapidly, crying, holding him and keeping him from escaping.

"Pansy! Get off!" Draco raged and pushed the pug face away from view. He grabbed her gripping hands and threw them off his sleeve. Before Pansy could regain herself, there was a loud crack and Draco was gone.

He reappeared inside the Cat's Eye Inn and ran to the front desk.

"If a dark-haired girl asks for me, do not tell here where I am! Do you understand?"

The frightened old wizard nodded and with another crack, Draco was out of the lobby and back inside his room.

Cho stirred at the sound of his entrance. She was still sound asleep, curled under the sheets.

"Cho," Draco whispered and gently shook her arm. "Love, you must wake up."

Cho's eyes fluttered open. "What is it?"

"Pansy found us. I came across her in the streets just moments ago. Pack your things quickly,"

"Good God!" Cho sat up and scrambled to her feet, ignoring her dizziness. "How did she find us?!"

Draco shook his head, "I don't know. She probably informed my parents as well. We've stayed here a day too long…"

Tears unexpectedly filled Cho's eyes as she packed the last of her things. "This is mad. We can't remain travelers forever, Draco!"

"I know!" Draco retorted. He surprised even himself. It was the first time he ever screamed at Cho. "I know," He breathed and closed his eyes. "Please, Cho, I swear to Merlin we will find somewhere permanent to live. Just come with me once more,"

Cho stared at him, expressionless. "We don't have to search very far," She reached into her nightgown pocket and handed him a short note. "This came last night."

Draco took the paper and read:

We don't know what to do anymore. We've tried helping and we kept our word in not searching for you. So as your mother, I only ask that you consider this suggestion: Go to Hogwarts. Dumbledore should be able to help you both and your futures. I can't bare thinking of you on the run. Cho, we still love you and we look forward to the day we meet again. Take care.

-Mum

P.S

We've owled Dumbledore to inform him of you arrival.

Draco's gaze slowly shifted to Cho and from the look in his eyes, she knew what his decision was. They grabbed their things, mounted their brooms, and flew out the window.


Author's Note: Okay, for the ending there's two obvious choices: a happy ending or a sad one. Just take your pick and I'll write it! ) Depending on which ending you pick will also depend on how many more chapters I'll write.