True to my word, I had never hurt him. When I say this, I don't mean we never argued, but there was nothing that happened that might question his love for me; at least, not that I knew of. Surprisingly, Draco was acting happier than I'd ever seen him. He still had his breakdowns, but they were less frequent, and not nearly as serious. It seemed the break up had actually brought us closer together, which, since we were already inseparable, is something I never thought could happen.

I'm not complaining, though. He's the greatest thing that ever happened to me, really. The most recent breakdown had happened today at lunch time…

"Harry," he said so softly I almost didn't realize he'd spoken. It was the first time he had ever been within twenty feet of our table. I was nervous about that, but happy he was making an extreme effort.

"Hi, Draco, what's up?" I asked, concerned.

"I want to talk to you,"

"Okay," I excused myself from my friends and pretty much, the whole Great Hall watched as we walked down together. To their disappointment, we left the room, closing the doors behind us.

"Is something wrong?" I gestured to his shaking hands.

He put his hands over his eyes and said slowly, "I miss her," And his whole body began to shake.

"Who?" I asked while rubbing his back soothingly.

"Who do you think?" he turned to me, his eyes were already red from crying. "I hate this. I am not supposed to miss her. What did she ever to for me? Nothing, ever! Why should I miss her?"

"Oh," I said as realization dawned on me. "Well, she was your mother. I know it may feel crazy to miss someone that never seemed important, but she was a part of you, Dray. Whether you like it or not, you were a part of both of them. You still are,"

Draco nodded, "It's just…with you, I feel like one person and I know I never was this person before and…I'm just…I don't know who I am, Harry,"

"We'll find you. I promise, we will,"

…………………………………………………………………………………..

So that was the next step in our plan: Finding Draco.

We had many steps in our plan, actually.

"Harry, I found you!" he said, smirking.

"Yes, you did. I was thinking, you want to go outside like I know it's kind of late, but I love going out there late at night and…walk around, or lay on the Quidditch field…"

"You lay in the grass?!" he asked, appalled.

"Yes, Draco," I laughed, "Imagine that! Here, come with me,"

"No," he whined as I tugged at his sleeve.

"Please, it'll be fun,"

So, he followed me out to the Quidditch Pitch, (I very much doubted that we'd get caught).

"Now," I whispered, upon arrival, "Lay here with me,"

"Harry! My clothes!"

"You'll be fine, I promise. Don't worry,"

He cautiously moved down to the ground, breathing deeply as he did so. I threw my arm around him protectively.

"It won't eat you, Dray," I whispered chuckling.

He pulled my arm tighter around his stomach, nodding, "That's what you think,"

He moved even closer to me, resting his head on my chest as I heard him count the beats of my heart. He counted so softly, he sounded afraid to believe what he was doing.

"Yes, Draco," I teased, "I do have a heart. I know you thought this organ was a complete myth, but…"

"Shh," he swatted my head, "Seriously, I need to know you're real; this is real.

"I can assure you, I live and breathe. I'm not sure how long I will be, but—"

"Stop saying things like that," he interrupted, playing fondly with my hair. "Maybe…this…"

"What?" I pressed on.

"Explain love. No one ever really did that for me,"

"Well," I started, "It really is unexplainable,"

The boy wouldn't take no for an answer, though. The only answer I could think of was love Draco.

"Love is when you miss him before he leaves. It's when you lay in the dirt grass," I laughed, "knowing you will get dirty and gross…and probably smacked by your boyfriend. You put up with his insanity because it's a part of them, and being in love means you think everything about them is truly amazing. Love is when you're having an argument, and you're already in the process of making a plan to make-up. Love is….everything I feel when I'm around you,"

Draco got even closer to me that I thought was possible. He tightly embraced me and kissed my lips with a full heart. I smiled.

"Something good?" I asked.

He nodded, "I think I might maybe kinda sorta….l-l-l-l-lo-love you, Harry,"

Draco may not be perfect. We may have to deal with his little breakdowns every once in a while. It may take him years to get over his parents' death and become okay with the way he is. He may have certain self issues to carry along for the rest of his life. And it may be still hard for him to accept and give his love, but we would try every day of our lives, to get him better.

I kissed him again, "It's a start,"