HEY! Ok, first off, I'm so sorry for the delay with the story :( -hands out bats for people to kill me with-

Thing is…. My computer died… and my backup files were stored on floppy disks… and guess what? My new computer doesn't have a floppy disk drive… so after waiting for a new computer, I had to then try and find someone who installed floppy disk drives…. Only to find out that my new computer wont ACCEPT a floppy disk drive….

So then I had to use someone else's computer to transfer my files onto a disk….

So I'm really really really sorry….

I'll update regularly from now on…. If anyone's still interested in this story….

Ron nearly skipped into the dorm room that evening.

"Hey Harry! You'll never guess what! Hermione likes me!" he stopped, seeing Harry's bed empty. "Harry?" he frowned and began rummaging through Harry's draw to find his Marauder's map. But it wasn't there. Neither were the books he was reading at the moment. Ron ran over to his trunk, seeing most of his clothes and personal stuff gone too. "Oh shit…"

Harry sat on his bed for what seemed like ages. He was making up plans on how to contact Ron and Hermione. He'd left without even writing a note, and he'd taken the book with him to stop Draco getting in touch. In his one moment of recklessness he'd lost everything.

Harry stomach rumbled and he groaned. He'd already checked the fridge, but it was empty. He sighed, getting up and going out to his front door. He stood on the porch and looked down at the forest floor. It was kind of exciting being here. Like living in the wild, but still having all the luxuries of a house.

But for now, he was hungry. He took off, heading for the edge of the forest. As he flew past, he saw quite a few Incandeche already settling down for the night. As Harry headed for the clearing, he saw Meravi sitting in a tree to his left. He was watching over a group of children as they played in the greenery. Meravi looked up as Harry flew towards him.

"Amazing how they can play for hours in mere grass and not be bored." He said as Harry sat down beside him.

"Er…yeah…are they yours?" Meravi laughed.

"No. I'm just watching them."

"Oh…" Harry looked down at the children for a while before coughing. "Erm…I'm hungry." Meravi blinked.

"Ah yes, what do you want?"

"Just…I dunno…"

"You can have anything you want here Miele."

"Look, will you at least call me Harry?" he pleaded. Meravi smirked.

"Fine. It'll be my pet-name for you." Harry flushed. "And anyway, just go back to your house, and think about what you want to eat, then open the fridge. It'll be there. The fridge operates with a simple summoning spell, combined with a little mind reading."

"Really? Cool!" Meravi smiled.

"Yes, one of Fuoco's finest achievements. So, do I get a goodnight kiss?" Harry's mouth dropped open.

"Erm…I er…no…sorry but…I just…broke up and…" he stuttered.

"Heh, relax it was a joke! Well…partly. I wouldn't have objected." Meravi winked. "Goodnight Harry."

"Goodnight."

Ron and Hermione literally burst into the Slytherin common room.

"Oh come on now! This is ludicrous! First Potter then his followers!" one of the Slytherins snapped. But Ron and Hermione paid no attention running up to where they suspected the boy's dorms were.

Draco sighed. He was sprawled out on his bed, wiping his eyes fervently. There was no way he was going to cry any more. But he missed Harry so much. He'd flown off the handle. Again. And he knew it. And the things he'd said…Draco wiped his eyes again. It was just one kiss…and Harry hadn't planned it…Draco thought. He was about to get up and make for the Gryffindor tower when two people burst into his room. Ron had him up against the wall in a matter of seconds.

"What did you say to him!" he spat, punching Draco hard in the stomach. Draco coughed, breath hitching harshly.

"Ron, let him down." Hermione snapped. Ron dropped Draco quickly, and the Slytherin crumbled to the floor.

"What did you do to Harry?" Ron asked again.

"I…I…"

"He's gone! He's run away!" Ron snapped. Draco blinked.

"What!" Ron started yelling something at him, but Draco wasn't listening. He brought his knees up to his chest, eyes glazing over.

"Go back to your slut, you freak of nature."

"Do you really want me to!"

Draco groaned. 'Harry…'

"I know where he is."

After explaining briefly what had been said in the entrance hall, Ron punched him hard in the mouth. Draco's head snapped to the side, but he didn't fight back. In his view, he deserved it, and more.

"Great! Just great Malfoy! You drove him to running away!"

"And what's more, we can't get him to come back." Hermione muttered. "No one knows where the Incandeche live. In Italy somewhere, but it's protected by spells and things. Some even say it's in the sky." She sighed. "Unless Harry comes back on his own…we've lost him."

Draco's eyes were blank. How could he have done this? Harry was sensitive… and he's insulted him, kicked him while he was down and driven him away…

Meanwhile, Harry felt like a kid at Christmas. He so far had eaten two courses of Chinese meals that Hogwarts didn't do very often, three rounds of ice-cream, and two treacle puddings. His excuse was comfort eating. And it was working. Harry was trying to block out all thought from his mind to save him heartache.

As he sat back on his bed, totally full and numbly happy, he had to thank Malfoy for suggesting he come here.

It was the best thing he'd ever done.

Weeks rolled by with no word from Harry. Dumbledore had even stood up during breakfast and announced that Harry had left the school, possibly forever. There was no glint in his eyes, and he looked sad. After the speech, Draco had left in tears.

It was coming up to Christmas, and Ron and Hermione faced the strong possibility of spending their first Christmas without Harry in years. But at least they had each other.

Draco had no one.

None of his 'friends' were speaking to him still. Some of them had even starting beating him up again now that Harry wasn't around to protect him. But Draco didn't care. He'd driven Harry away. Harry, the one person he'd ever really loved. After being obsessed with the Gryffindor golden boy for so long, he'd finally gone out with him. He'd felt Harry's lips on his. Hell, he'd slept with him. But then, Draco had let his jealousy get in the way, and driven Harry away forever.

-regrets handing those bats out- erm…. Reviews anyone:)