A/N: Look at this, me, actually writing a chapter. Fancy that.

By the way, when I reread the last chapter to remember where I left off, I noticed that the Google advertisement bar at the bottom had advertisements for hangover remedies, and Harry Potter Lego toys. I was highly amused.

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Draco sat in this chair, stunned. He was not at all sure how to proceed; he had expected a great number of things to come of this conversation but none of them was to have the Man-Who-Killed-Voldemort bawling on his sofa.

Harry eventually began to calm down, his tears turning into deep gasps.

"I hate you, you know that? I hate you and everything you stand for, you and all your Death Eater friends," Harry said, barely getting the words out through his uncontrollable gasping.

Draco sighed and thought for a moment.

"That's kind of sad," Draco finally said contemplatively.

"What? That I hate you?" Harry asked bitterly.

"That you hate," Draco answered, "I never got the impression before the war that you truly hated anyone. Perhaps you hated Voldemort, but who wouldn't hate the wizard who killed your parents. No, you didn't really hate me back then, but I did hate you,"

Harry looked up at Draco with confusion.

"I hated you because even back then, when I was so young and foolish, I wanted to be your friend. Deep down I felt that you were so brave and I knew that I was not. I knew that when it came down to it, I was a coward and would never really amount to much of anything. You proved it; you proved it that first day on the train when you wouldn't take my hand. I thought that I could show that I was better than your new friend was but in the end, I just showed you how low I was. I hated you. No, not really, I hated myself,"

Harry just stared at Draco, mouth agape. This was a confession he did not expect.

"Well come on," said Draco with unexpected vigor, "I want to show you something. Have you ever been out in the country before?"

Harry shook his head no. He had always stayed rather close to Reykjavik.

"Well then follow me, I have something to show you," Draco said rising to his feet and walking briskly out of the room.

Harry so no other alternative than to follow this puzzling man.

Draco walked outside into the brisk cold and waited for Harry to follow.

"What did you want to show me?" Harry asked.

"This," said Draco with unexpected ecstasy.

Harry looked around and saw barren Icelandic landscape. He had seen scenes much like this when he had driven from Keflavik to Reykjavik.

"What? It's just a load of rocks with moss on them," Harry said irritably, he wanted to get back in the warmth.

"No, you idiot. Don't you see? This is where the elves live. This is where magic lives. You and I came out of this. England used to be like this but now it's covered with buildings and anger and greed. We came out of that but we can go back to this," Draco said with frustration.

Harry looked again, this time seeing more than just rocks and moss. He saw them, yes, but he saw how they were colored by the low light provided by the grey clouds hanging in the sky, how the dry landscape lead on to the mountains in the distance. He could almost see a glacier, the ice that balanced the fire.

"Is this what you want?" Harry asked. He suddenly understood why he was here. Why he was in Iceland, why he was at Malfoy's home. Why Malfoy was in Iceland, why he had brought him here.

"I just can't find it. Can you?" Draco asked.

"No, no, I can't," Harry answered.

"We still haven't found it," Draco said in frustration.

Harry threw his half-drunk bottle of whiskey at a sharp rock and watched the amber liquid explode everywhere.

"No, but we are closer now than we ever were," Harry said.

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A/N: Well, not quite what I expected when I set out. This might be pretty close to the end. There will definitely be one more chapter if not more. You guys deserve and little more explanation that these guys are willing to give at the moment.

Please review. It doesn't really take that long and it will make future chapters more likely and better because I'll think about them more during the week.

Also, if you are wondering about the elf thing, just Google "Iceland" and "elves" and you will get more explanation that I really feel like giving at the moment. All I shall say here is that anyone who has been out in the country will assert that they are real, no doubt about it.