A/N: Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh my God! Over three hundred reviews! I love love love love you guys! You are my inspiration! Thank you. Oh, and before I forget it, many people seem to want to see what will happen when our boys go back to school, but I'm sorry to disappoint you, because that ain't gonna happen. This story will actually be finished in two or three chapters. But if you ask real nicely, I might consider writing a sequel. Thank you for your time, now on with the story!


XoXoX Draco's POV XoXoX

Draco walked silently up to his father's study, to write a letter to Bob. He walked slowly, feeling as if he had to concentrate really hard just to make his feet work. It was as if they didn't want him to walk, as if they could collapse any moment. Finally reaching the study, Draco sat down in a big, leather chair and found a piece of parchment, a quill and a bottle of ink. Biting the end of the quill, something he unconsciously did while thinking hard, he wondered what exactly he should write to Bob. He finally chose to keep it brief, and scribbled a few words down on the paper. Then he rolled it together and walked towards the owlery.

Up in the owlery he sought out Ambrosius Benedict II and ran his hand over the owl's dark feathers. He was a very special owl, an Australian Sooty Owl. Draco had gotten him for his eleventh birthday, and according to the shopkeeper he was very rare. He was also very beautiful. With his soot black feathers and piercing black eyes, he was the only owl Draco had even considered. There had been many other owls, brown, reddish, white, but none of them oozed personality as Ambrosius had done. Draco remembered thinking in the shop that this owl wouldn't be a pet, he would be a friend. And he'd been right. Ambrosius was a friend, however he was a judgmental and outspoken one. He made his feelings very clear, and when he disagreed with Draco on something he would glare at him and bite Draco's fingers quite forcefully instead of the gentle pecks he usually distributed.

Stroking the feathers lovingly, Draco was awarded a pleased hoot and a peck on his finger. He smiled sadly at the owl, and continued stroking him. "Ambrosius, am I mad?" He pondered out loud, looking down into the black eyes. They glittered in the light from the afternoon sun, and from the way Ambrosius tilted his head to the side, Draco got the distinct feeling that the owl was laughing at him. This made him a bit miffed, but he continued talking. "I mean, it is right to adopt away Medea, right? She'll be much better of with those other guys. They can take care of her much better than I ever could. Right?" He looked down into those eyes again, but this time they looked serious. Serious and a bit reflective. As if Ambrosius was thinking over what he'd said. Draco was a bit put out from the fact that his owl even needed to think about the answer, but Ambrosius just kept looking at him. Looking back, Draco felt a bit uncertain himself, but he shook is head forcefully. "Of course it is right," he said loudly, more to convince himself than the owl. "Of course it is right," he mumbled again, sighing deeply. "But than why do I feel like hell?"

XoXoX Harry's POV XoXoX

Harry was sitting on the windowsill in Draco's room, looking out on the magnificent Malfoy garden and rocking Medea back and forth. He knew he would have to give her up soon, so he had decided to spend every waking moment together with her until then. Stroking her fair little head, he smiled down at her. It was a sad little smile, but still full of love and tenderness. Exactly like Harry was feeling right now.

Before Draco had apparated into his life, carrying his little baby, Harry had never known it was possible to love a creature so dearly, so quickly. He had only been around her for six days, but still he felt like he had known her forever. And it was the same with Draco.

Harry had always known there was such a thing as being in love, but he'd never thought it was as splendid as everyone made it out to be. Sure, the couples he knew looked happy enough, but it wasn't all Shakespeare and roses. He knew for a fact that Dean and Lavender fought more now that they were together than they'd ever done before, and Neville and Luna couldn't even be in the same room together without blushing and stuttering. They had used to be such good friends, and now the so-called 'love' had made them completely unable to speak with each other. Things like this made Harry certain that love wasn't all that grand, and his own experience with Ginny had made him even surer more sure of his beliefs.

But then Draco came along, and turned Harry's world completely upside down. He had always known there was attraction there, but he'd never thought it'd evolve to something more. But now it had, and it left Harry completely confused. He suddenly understood why people were so keen on falling in love, because the way he felt around Draco, is wasn't all that bad. Just looking at him made him happy, and when he spoke Harry got all these little butterflies in his stomach, and when he touched him it sent shivers down his spine. Draco had a power over him that scared Harry. Draco could turn in him too a puddle of goo with one word, and send him into the depths of despair with another. No, he didn't love Draco, he was certain of it, but he also was very certain of the fact that Draco was someone he could love, if given enough time. And that scared Harry more than anything.

Closing his eyes, Harry unconsciously kept running his hand over Medea's head. Holding her close was soothing, and Harry felt himself calming down. He couldn't let himself get too lost in thought; it wasn't time for that. Draco was coming back soon, and then he would know how long they had left with Medea. He would spend as much of that time as possible with her, and after that… after that he didn't know. He had once again let himself get too attached, and now his heart was being ripped to pieces. It had happened before. Cedric, Sirius, Ginny. He had let them all get past his walls, and then they had left him. Each in different ways, but it had the same effect on his heart. He had thought he had steeled himself well enough this time, so that no one else could come past his walls, except those who were already there. But now, both Draco and Medea had sneaked past the carefully guarded entrances to his heart, and now at least one of them was leaving him. And what about Draco? Medea was what brought them together, how would the two of them cope when she wasn't there anymore?

Taking a deep breath, Harry thought hard about the problem at hand. As he saw it, he had two choices. One, stay with Draco after Medea had left and take the chance of falling in love with the boy and maybe getting hurt. Or two, leaving when Medea left and keeping his heart safe from both love and pain. From where Harry was sitting, the choice wasn't very hard.


Rather boring, eh? But it had to be written.