"Draco?" Willow said quietly sitting next to me. The only time Willow had ever seen me break was the day I finally got her to let me adopt her, and even then it hadn't been that badly, not to mention I had been telling the truth then. Gods I felt like an idiot. Not only had I broken down on radio, but I had broken down over a lie. I didn't even know where it had come from one minuet I'm talking about what I had done to Harry the next I was fucking a non-existent lover's sister. And what did Harry mean he'd had a lover do that to him? How many others had Harry had?

"I'm fine Willow." I said wiping at my face and giving a small forced laugh. "God I must look awful." I at least got a small smile out of her.

"Horrible" she said handing me a tissue. After blowing my nose and tossing the used tissue in a nearby trash can I heaved a sigh.

"Willow you…you know my rules about talking about my past…right?" I asked looking at the ground.

"Yeah" she was searching for my eyes I knew it, she hates talking without making eye contact. I lifted mine to meet hers as I spoke the next sentence.

"How about we break 'em."

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I couldn't believe Draco was saying this. He actually wanted to tell me about his past. I wondered how much he'd tell. There were so many times when I had nearly broken his neck for not telling me something, and now I got to know it all. It was like living in the Sahara for years and the suddenly finding your self in the middle of an ocean.

"Are you serious?" I asked. He was, this was a dream come true, I had so many questions.

"I am, but…" Of course there was a 'but'. "I wouldn't be doing this if it wasn't vastly important to what is going to happen, and if I didn't need your help so badly."

"Okay." Draco opened his mouth to begin telling me all I'd wanted to know. I know my eyes had to have bugged when he began speaking.

"Willow - do you believe in magic?..."

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'Should I call her? Is it too soon?' I was pacing back and forth in front of the phone in the living room. I was dying to call Willow, just thinking her name made me smile. She was so beautiful. I had almost picked up the phone when dad came into the house and ran straight to the phone, grabbing Willows number from my hand. He then started pacing just like I had been doing.

"Okay so... is there a reason you just took that from me?" I asked. It didn't look like he had heard what I said, so I was shocked to get an answer, even if it was a short one.

"Drake." He said.

"You took a girl's number from me, because of a guy?" I was confused as hell and wanted some answers.

"Drake is Willow's father. He called into the station today I told him I'd call him off the air to help him with his problem." He had stopped pacing but was still staring at the paper.

"So then why don't you call him?" I asked. Hey, one of us needs to call that house and I'm too much of a chicken.

Dad looked up at me and answered, "Because I have no idea what to tell him."

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I was terrified of calling this man, and I had no idea why; maybe because the situation was so similar to what I had been through with Eric. Eric and I had met about a moth after I moved out here, to get away from heart brake; he worked in a restaurant near the studio. Ginny had come to visit, and was thinking about getting an apartment near by and we decided to meet there for lunch. He had been out waiter and immediately I had thought he was gorgeous. I told Ginny so. A few weeks later Ginny had bought an apartment in the neighborhood and moved in, so I went to go see her; she had given me an extra key to her apartment saying that I could drop by any time. We had been having lunch at the restaurant Eric worked in quite a bit, so much in fact that we each now had a usual there. So when I had gone to visit her I opened the door looked around and couldn't find her, so I decided to look in the bedroom and wouldn't you know it, There was Ginny, naked as the day she was born, trying to arouse an equally naked Eric. I was shocked and screamed something; it was probably something along the lines of what Drake had talked about. I ran out of there as fast as I could, and Eric followed me. We ended up dating for nearly two years, when once again I caught him with Ginny, only this time he was having no trouble performing. It ended then and there, I was heart broken, again.

"So then why don't you call him?" David asked.

I decided to answer honestly. "Because I have no idea what to tell him."

"Why don't you draw on personal experience?" David asked "Isn't that what you normally do?"

"Yeah but, my personal experience with this one is making me want to kill the guy." I said

"Oh, so he's one of the cheaters."

"One of the worst kind." I said

"Gay to straight?" he asked. I had then decided that my son knew me far too well, as he walked over to the couch and sank down.

"Yep." I said. I tried to think about this again, if Eric ever wanted me back, which was highly doubtful, after all I had seen him with some blonde chick the other day and they were looking pretty friendly, what would he have to do to get me. 'He'd have to start big, because he had hurt me in the first way. Showing up and apologizing wouldn't work; it would need to be more subtle than that. Calling me up and asking me for drinks might get me out of the house, just for curiosity. Then if all went well, asking to go out as friends, maybe to a movie or something where we didn't have to talk a lot, because hopefully most of the talking would be done the first night. Alright I guess I'll start with that. 'This is going to be one long case.'

I picked up the phone and dialed the number on the piece of paper.

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"And that's the basic overview." I said. I had just spent the last few hours going over almost every detail of my life with Willow. I had no idea how she would react to it. I was just waiting for the fireworks to start.

She was silent for a minuet and then, "Oh my god. That explains a whole fucking lot."

"Watch your language!" I said automatically.

"So you're a wizard." I couldn't help but wonder if that was all she had gotten from the story. I had explained everything, especially everything about Harry. "And the ex-lover of my favorite dj…wow. Oh My God! He's gonna be calling here soon!" She yelled, her eyes popping out. I had almost forgotten too and grabbed my cell phone scared as hell that he would call right now.

I nearly jumped out of my pants when Willow's cell phone started to ring instead. She looked at the caller id and it was a number she didn't recognize, so she picked it up.

"Hello?" She said, just before her eyes nearly jumped from her head. "Yeah he's right here hold on one minuet. She covered the mouth piece and mouthed 'It's him!' She handed me the phone and I put it up to my ear before turning around and beginning to speak.

"Hello?" I said.

"Hi Drake? It's Harry." His voice was like silk through the phone.

"Oh hi." I had started pacing around the room as Willow sat there on the couch, her feet pulled up under her watching my every move.

"This isn't a bad time is it?" he asked.

"No not at all."

"Oh well, good." He was silent for a while, obviously nervous. He was so cute when he was nervous.

"Have you- Have you thought of any way to help me?" I asked, knowing that was the reason he had called in the first place.

"Well yeah, I think I mean I don't know the guy so I can't be sure if any of this will work for you but I have a few ideas."

"Thank you so much. You have no idea how much this means to me." By now I was sitting on the couch next to Willow hugging a pillow.

"Before I say anything else though I want you to know that this isn't an easy fix, it's going to take time, a lot of time."

"I'm willing to do what ever it takes to get him back." It was true, I wanted, needed Harry back, at any cost.

A/N: Okay I know that I have left you all waiting far to long for this but I hope you like it. R&R please, maybe a few reviews will get me to be a faster updater.