Sorry I took so long to update. My computer died a horrible and gruesome death.

Disclaimer: I own nobody. At all. Well, in this story anyway. I do own a few of my friends but that's irrelevant.

Chapter 2:

Harry closed the front door and smiled at the sweet music floating through the apartment and the passion of the musician alerted him as to how lucky he really was.

Draco's graceful fingers moved rapidly over the black and white ivory keys of the grand piano as Harry sat down on the stool and watched him with admiration and awe. As he finished playing Harry slipped his fingers through his lovers pale, slender one's and kissed him softly.

Harry winced as Draco let his hand go and lowered him self slowly-oh ever so slowly- into his wheelchair, but then scolded himself for forgetting how much worse it could have been had it not been for the silver armour which now hung above the fireplace.

Seeing Harry's conflicting emotions playing so painfully on his face Draco smiled sympathetically.

"Come here." Harry walked over and sat on Draco's lap, resting his head on his shoulder.

"I chose it this way, Harry. Don't feel guilty. If the use of my legs is the price I have to pay for the death of Voldemort-and your love-I would gladly pay it a thousand times over."

Content with this display of love, Harry closed his eyes and rejoiced in the warmth of Draco's grasp.

"I love you Draco." Harry whispered against the crook of Draco's neck, and was gratified by the thought of being saved twice in his lifetime by somebody's love for him.

Ron quietly closed the door and snuck silently up the stairs to his bedroom.

A gap in the curtain sent a shaft of pure, white moonlight pouring across Hermionie's face and the sadness of what Ron knew he was missing swelled in his chest.

He slipped into bed beside her and snaked his arm around her waist, his hand resting on the bump in her stomach and fell into a deep sleep in the comfort of her warm skin and peaceful expression.

"Ron! Ron!" Ron woke with a start to see Hermionie's face hovering above his.

"What time is it?" The expression on Hermionie's face told him that it was late. He jumped up and ran into the bathroom, struggling to put his robes on with one hand.

"Do you have to go to work?" Hermionie sat up on the white sheets and folded her arms.

"Of course I do! I'm Minister of Magic! I can't just not turn up!" Hermionie pouted.

"Please? We could eat! Or go on a picnic! Or eat!" Ron sat on the edge of the bed and brushed Hermionie's hair from her face.

"I promise, after we catch him, I'll take a long break. We could plan the wedding, go shopping for baby stuff and, if you must, eat ourselves to death."

Hermionie managed to get to the downstairs first and planted herself between the door and Ron, refusing to budge. Ron kissed her and, using her momentary weakness, lifted her from the ground and placed her behind him.

"What are you going to do if you catch him?" A troubled expression clouded Ron's eyes before answering.

"I guess I'll have to sent him to prison. Even if he is my brother."

Hermionie bounded up the stairs and froze as she entered her bedroom.

"Percy."

Although he stood in the shadows at the back of the room, the dark mark stood out clearly against his pale skin.

With an expert flick of Percy's hand the door slammed shut, making Hermionie start. She glanced around the room, looking for a way out.

"Don't bother with the phone either. I disconnected it." A wry smile spread across Percy's face as Hermionie winced. It was then that she spotted the pile of splinters on the bedside table where her phone had been. Shit.

"What are you doing here Percy?"

"Oh, I just popped in to see my ickle brother. Why do you think I'm here?"

Hermionie opened her mouth to reply but not a sound fell from her mouth, not a syllable could she utter. Another smug grin made it's way onto Percy's bitter face.

"Just so you don't scream."

Harry sat up suddenly in his bed, the blue sheets falling from his bare chest.

"Are you okay?" Draco's look of concern touched Harry.

"My scar. It's hurting again. After ten years."

"But Voldemort's dead."

"I know. I know."

Okay, end of chapter two. Please review and thanx to fizzycolasugarhigh and Dark Angels Blue Fire for reviewing last time.