a/n: ok so here we go.five years since we last saw the sexy duo,voldemort is dead and poor draco is a little down and desperate(aww!). i'm actually quite proud of this chapter, i really enjoyed writing it too(but i think that was more the fact that i was seriously hyper when i wrote it.don't ask about the kids names, i don't know why i gave them chav names i just thought it would be funny.please tell me if i was wrong orto tell me what you think.ok then lets go!

Half a decade of nightmares.

It's been five years since I last saw Harry. Well, in person that is. Everyone has seen his face plastered all over the Daily Prophet every other day for the last five years.

And if his photo wasn't there his name most certainly was. Just little remarks in articles like: 'this would not have been possible without Harry potter' or else 'thanks to Harry potter, more people are in Azkaban tonight.'

Harry potter, the boy who lived, the man who won, the greatest auror ever to enter the ministry, the sexiest wizard alive. But what people overlook is the fact that I was the first to love him. I was the first to help him out of that big pink fluffyhomosexual closet. I was the first one to show him true love and happiness.

I promised him all those years ago, in that deserted corridor, right after I tried to jump off the roof, that I would get him back. I know I will someday, but someday is too far away right now. I just can't wait any longer. I've had enough of sitting tight and watching my life pass before me, watching all my friends finding people and falling in love, and most of all watching Pansy and Blaise live 'happily'.

I suppose I should say that they aren't happy because of each other. The happiness ended four years ago, ever since they had their first child 'Mercedes-Cleopatra Zabini'

They didn't stop having kids though, or should I say Pansy didn't stop; it's obvious that the other four are from other men. What freaks me out the most is that one of them bears a lot of resemblance to Ron Weasley. I'm sure Blaise is aware of her many affairs, after all he caught her and her boss at it in the garage once, but he still hasn't divorced her. I think its more the love of her money than Pansy herself that keeps him around. At the minute I think Pansy is entertaining a man called Roy who is 7 years older than her and Blaise is in love with a sixteen-year-old called Meridia.

Their five kids: Mercedes-Cleopatra, Gary-Tyler, Paris-Katie, Darren-Reece, and Keesha-Demi-Frances-Destiny Zabini are also fully aware that their parents are unfaithful sex-aholics and after talking to them I realise that they are a little mentally damaged after witnessing both their dad and mum having sex with someone else. (If they were not already damaged from their hideous names)

So anyway back to my terrible, depressing, melancholy life.

What I need is a plan. Come on Draco; use that large, calculating, cunning brain of yours that's hidden under the two inches of gel and that gorgeous, silky, smooth, pure pearly-blonde hair.

Right, he works at the ministry, well I'm not off in there with all the looks and glares I'll get. So another way, maybe luring tactics. Yes that might work. For once his need to save losers will come in handy. Okie dokie, lets get started.

'Paperwork has to be the only downside to this perfect job'

I've been sat at this desk now for three hours and read the same paragraph about sixty times not taking in any more than the first word 'two'.

Sighing I get up and decide to go and find Hermione. I walk through the many cubicles and round to the improper use of magic office of which Hermione was in charge of.

I find her yelling at some young men, who look like they have only just left school,

'How dare you send someone a letter telling them their wand is going to be destroyed?'

'Well I lost a bet so I had to' one of them mumbled, unfortunately I already know what's coming.

'HAD TO? What do you mean you HAD TO? You are eighteen years of age! You are supposed to be responsible wizards! You aren't at Hogwarts any more boys! I gave you this job because I thought you were mature and responsible! If you EVER do anything like this again I will throw you out of the ministry never to return do you understand me?' she shrieked, her face contorted in rage.

'Yes ma'am' they mumble in unison.

'Get out of my sight' she sighs.

They scurry off and she turns to face me, she smiles sadly and I smirk back.

'What are you doing here Harry?' she croaks hoarsely.

'Well I can't concentrate and I thought we might go visit your darling husband.'

'Yes!' she replies immediately, 'I need to get out of here away from these imbeciles.'

She throws a dark look over her shoulder and we walk off together.

We climb into the rackety old lift and go down to level seven where Ron worked.

Hermione and Ron had finally got together a year after Harry had defeated lord Voldemort and had married two years after that.

Ron worked in the department of magical games and sports and was second in charge for scheduling Quidditch matches both national and international, and also for organising tickets and advertising.

When we arrivethough it is to scenes of chaos and mass panic.

Hermione, being the bossy leader she is, magnified her voice and ordered everyone to calm down and inform us what the problem was.

However, before anyone could come forward, a bright violet memo came zooming towards me. I pulled it out of the air and began reading.

Harry,

A cloaked figure kidnapped Ron Weasley at 1352 hrs today.

Being his best friend, you may feel it is your duty to go and save him.

But Harry listen, DO NOT GET INVOLVED!

This may just be a trap, stay where you are while we sort this mess out.

Tonks

I crumple the note in my hand and think about what I've just read.

Ron has been kidnapped by a cloaked figure, it may be a trap, and I must stay where I am.

Well then there's only one thing I can do. Go and save Ron.

I look at Hermione trying to calm the crowd and then Disapparate.

I reach home to find the hallway strewn with books and a black cloak by the doorway to the basement.

I run forwards and push the door open a smidgeon.

I see Ron unconscious form, but the attacker has his back to me.

Creeping silently, I walk down the steps but once I reach the floor my footsteps echo.

The figure turns and I see the luminous white-blond hair of Draco Malfoy.

His silver eyes glinting in the faint strip of light from upstairs.

'Hello Harry' he smiles at me, 'we meet again.'

'What do you think you're doing?' I ask exasperatedly.

'What do you mean Harry?' a frown crossing his perfectly smooth pale face.

'I mean why have you kidnapped Ron and brought him here?'

'Oh that. Well, you see Harry; I made you a promise five years ago didn't I? Yes, and I feel now, after half a decade of loneliness and depression and self-pity, I decided it was time for me to fulfil my promise. So Harry, do you have a boyfriend?'

I stare at him; his face is pleasant and hopeful. His large eyes look defeated and deadened. I notice he's shaking. I look at him and remind myself of the last five years.

I was devastated after I dumped him, but then I had to fight Voldemort, when I succeeded once more I was the centre of attention. Everywhere I went I was watched and cheered. People wrote books about me and the papers were full of my photos.

I had no private life, I had no social life, and I had no life basically. Ron and Hermione helped me become an auror, and that has kept me going, but I've never been happy.

I was lonely, and I pined for a companion but all the dates I went on ended the same way, they only wanted to be famous or else they weren't right for me. I wanted someone to love me for who I was not what I'd done, I wanted someone to make me feel whole and loved, I wanted someone to know how I was feeling and to care for me but not be dependent. I realise now, looking at the fine, gorgeous, muscled, sexy man before me, that he was the one I was yearning for. I remember he asked me a question so I shake my head.

He smiles and bares his perfect straight white teeth. 'Do you still love me Harry?' he asks. I have no idea how to answer. I do love him, but I don't want to appear as if I've wanted him all this time, I was the one who ended it after all. I stare at him. I never would have believed that Draco Malfoy would do this just so that I, Harry Potter would love him again. I stare at him some more. It feels like an eternity has passed and he begins to look a little afraid that I might reject him. I step forward; my legs appear to be the only things that work. I am so close now that our noses are touching. I have to stretch a bit because he is taller than me, but I manage to brush his lips and they taste exactly the same as five years ago.

He opens his lips and I seize the chance to slip my tongue in. we kiss for hours, for months for years. In reality it's about three minutes but it feels as though the last five years never happened. I never want to lose him again, never want to break our connection, but he pulls away to my annoyance.

'Is that a yes' he asks smirking.

'Of course it's a fucking yes!' I sigh heavily.

He smiles at me and hugs me tight I look into his eyes. By now Ron is stirring, I smile at Draco who returns it. We walk up to the living room and collapse on the seatee.

'Pinch me' he says

'Why?'

'Because after the last five years, I want to make sure this is real and things are finally looking up'

'It's real babe, we're free to be happy again'

a/n: so there you go. i hope you liked it, and my chav names.so after you've read it please review and tell me whether it was worth the wait or whether i'm totally shit and need to go into a corner and die. ok maybe not say exactly that but you know what i mean.i'm going to go now before i make even more of a fool of myself so byebye!