A/N: In this chapter you will read some poetry that I wrote. I don't like it, maybe you will. I made it up in Lang. Arts when I was supposed to be listening. Oops. Enjoy!

Golden Dreams

Harry woke to an owl pecking furiously at the window. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and got up. Ron groaned at the noise and rolled over, trying to block out the sound with his pillow. Harry opened the window and untied the letter from the owl's leg.

"What's this?" He asked himself out loud. The front said it was from Draco. Strange, Harry thought that he'd be the one to crack first. He scanned the letter quickly before going back to read it again.

Harry,

I'm writing for two reasons. I want to forgive me and I have an idea. Okay, the idea first. You know the problem with Hogwarts? Well, if you put on a disguise and change your name, whose stopping you from going? And your friends can say you ran away and they have no contact with you. I can give more details later.

Now the part about you forgiving me. Let me explain. I didn't think it was my job to break your heart. I want to protect you from pain, not give it to you. I wanted to be your sanctuary from the world. But, I guess, you have no sanctuary while the Dark Lord lives. I promise to be truthful if you just give me another chance.

Draco

Sweet words, Harry thought bitterly, how many servants wrote that for him? He tried not to think these thoughts, but he hadn't forgiven Draco. But he had to give Draco credit on the idea. A disguise would work. Unless the Ministry did a spell to see through the disguise. It was a risk he was willing to take.

"So, you wrote a sweet letter and gave him a solution to his problem?" The girl named Trinity asked. They were at the same building that they had been the night before, since she worked there almost the whole day. Draco had remembered the deal he made with her and came to hear a plan. Since his obviously wasn't working.

"Yeah, I thought he'd go for it. But, he hasn't written back." He answered.

She thought for a moment, "Okay, I want you to send him gifts. Not a few. A lot. Starting from little things, like a poem or flowers. Then start moving up. Make them personal, poems and stuff like that." She started wiping a table, "Now your part of the deal."

Draco thought for a moment, "Why do you want to hear about my life?" He asked.

She sighed, "I told you. I need something to get my mind off my troubles." She said. Draco ended up telling her about Harry's adventure in his first year, the whole journey to find the stone. The three headed dog, the devil's snare, the potions. Everything. But, all the while, he felt he was doing something wrong. Like, he was giving was giving away their life's information into a strangers hands. He was, of course. He hardly knew this girl. But, he just told her the story. Almost everyone knew it anyway.

"Wow, and I thought I had it bad." She said when he was done. There was a loud crash and the sound of feet hurrying away. Trinity threw her arms in the air.

"Come back here, you lazy jerk! I'm not picking up your mess." She turned to Draco and said in an angry voice, "That's just Henry, the old cleaning man. He's so clumsy. But every one's so sorry for him that they won't fire him. He's always messing things up more than he cleans. I hate him."

"I better go. Before my parents find out where I am." He said. She nodded quickly before running off, yelling at the old man the whole way. Draco was thinking about the stuff that he was going to buy Harry. After all, her plan was better than no plan at all.

Draco fell back on his bed, exhausted. He had been meeting with some people to help him with Harry. He had received a letter from Trinity giving him more directions. She actually demanded that he wrote poems, love letters, send jewelry and stuff. She said that it was critical that they get back together. Her reason: she was getting kicked out of her apartment and she really didn't have time to be a romance savior.

I might as well get started on the poem, He thought. He groaned as he had to move to get a piece of paper and a quill. Then he tried to write a poem.

You are my torture and pain

Yet I smile at the sound of your name

You are my only true bliss

How can we be parted like this?

I want to make you see

That without you there's no me

Draco reread the poem. It had taken him an hour to write it. He wasn't exactly the poetic type. Oh well, it was the only poem Harry would be receiving. He heard a knock on the door and a witch in long scarlet robes stepped into the room.

"Mr. Draco Malfoy? I hope I'm not late." She sat on a white couch and Draco grabbed a sketch pad. This was the last, and probably the most important person, he had to see.

"Do you need this?" He asked, holding up the sketchpad. She shook her head and pulled out a smaller sketch pad. It looked expensive. But, she was the best. Harry deserved the absolute best.

"I have my own, Mr. Malfoy. Now, you said you needed this necklace by tonight?" She asked. She was a famous jeweler, a rich one considering she wore different robes each day. Wearing the same robes twice was barbaric, in her mind. Her robes were sent to various family members after having been used.

"Yes, as soon as possible, can you do that?" He asked.

She shook her head, "No, Mr. Malfoy, you do not understand, my necklaces take months to prepare, that's why we're the best. They are meant to be extravagant, priceless, and we simply can't do it in a few hours." She explained, putting her notepad away.

"Magic?" He suggested. She shook her head and actually looked repulsed at the thought

"Magic? I've never thought to do such a thing! My jewelry is made by hand! Every detail! I wouldn't dream of letting magic do the work! Unlike my competitors, I prefer not to!" She claimed in a high-pitched voice.

"Alright, alright, I get it! Can you make them work faster? Or make them all work on the necklace at the same time?" He said, his anger rising. She should be the one to give the ideas. Not him. It was her business, wasn't it?

"My workers will not-" She began.

"I'll pay you double the amount of your offer." He said, cutting her off.

"Well," She considered, "I will see what can be done. Now what do you want it to look like?"

"The necklace must be a lighting bolt. I want the pendant and chain to be silver and diamonds lining the necklace. This is important. I will pay any price. Just do it." He stood up and she followed him to the door. She gave him a quizzical look.

"Why do you want this, Mr. Malfoy?" She asked.

"I didn't know your business was to question your customers, Ms. Londers." Draco answered sharply. She nodded and left. Draco went to the mirror to smooth his hair. He was worried. This was a stab in the dark. Would Harry like to be bombarded with gifts or would he think Draco was trying to buy him back? Oh well, he couldn't think of the possibilities. He had to wait for a result.

So the packages were sent.

Harry looked at the poem lying on the table. He had to refrain from laughing at first, not at the fact that it was a bad poem, but because he knew Draco had probably spent the whole day on it. Draco wasn't the poetic type. He then looked at it closer. It described what he felt.

When he thought of Draco it was a torturing feeling. Yet…it wasn't. Draco said it perfectly. 'Without you there's no me' it described the situation. Harry was strong with Draco. Now, he felt drained of his power. He thought that it would grow when he left. Exactly the opposite.

Over the next couple hours, Harry received dozens of gifts. A bouquet of white roses. A small silver lion statue with gold and red ribbons around it. Gifts like that. He was shocked by them; they both astonished and repulsed him. Draco thought that a few gifts could buy him back? But, Draco still wanted him after he didn't write back after the letter that was meant to help him out.

"Another one, Harry." Charlie said, tossing him a package. The owls had been annoying them all day and it would have been humorous if Mrs. Weasley hadn't been so irritated.

Harry caught it and opened it, inside was a small box and a letter.

"Do you need to be alone for this?" Charlie asked. Harry nodded and muttered a quick "Bye." He opened the box, smiling when he saw the beautifully carved necklace. It was a lightening bolt, like his scar. It was silver, with little diamonds along the edges. There was a word engraved in the back.

Forever

He was surprised when he was so pleased about it. Forever? Draco seriously wanted to be together forever? Or did he mean he would love Harry forever? Love? Harry was getting way ahead of himself.

Harry picked up the letter.

Harry,

I don't know what you think of the gifts. Hopefully you're happy. I meant forever, you know. I think we need each other. You are amazing. I'm not kidding, you are. I know this isn't the most romantic letter. But, I can't describe my feelings. If you want to be together, go outside. I'll be in the front yard. It's your decision.

Draco

"Yes!" Draco yelled in triumph the moment Harry stepped out the door. Draco ran over to him and wrapped his arms around him. Harry smiled happily and hugged back. After a couple moments of being in each other's arm, they pulled away, reluctantly.

"I'm sorry I freaked out so much, Draco." Harry said.

Draco shook his head, "No, I should have told you. It's my fault" He said.

"Who's ever fault it is, let's try never to it again, alright?"

"I agree. Don't take this the wrong way, but, that cost me a lot of money." Draco admitted, smiling.

Harry giggled, "How much?"

"You really don't want to know." Draco wrapped his arm around Harry's waist and led him into the woods by the Weasley's house. There was the merry sound of birds' chirping, sticks and leaves crunching underfoot, and the light streaming through the trees. The smell of fall perfumed the air.

And Draco, if only in this moment, truly was his sanctuary.