Hey guys. Another update for you. Just so people don't start thinking I've dropped off the face of the earth again XP

Thanks to everyone who reviewed and had something nice to say :) I'm glad my fic can evoke such powerful feelings X3

Special thanks to AloraBraken for all the PM's and stuff… you rock XD (p.s sorry if it seems like I'm taking Harry's side… I'm just telling it from both points of view)

Here we go!

Harry could still feel Draco's pain. And he longed to go and console his mate. Tell him everything was ok. But it wasn't. Harry hadn't forgiven Draco for all the things he'd said about him. He couldn't help it if someone had kissed him! And besides, he was pretty sure that Draco would be just the same if he went back anyway. His mate hated him now. Harry's heart ached at this thought, so he pushed it away.

He had become good friends with Meravi, Fuoco and Cavallo. He'd met all of the other Incandeche, but he stayed mostly with those three. They almost replaced Ron, Hermione and Draco. Almost.

Apart from the fact that he had sworn to himself that he'd never be with Meravi. What he felt for Meravi was lust. Pure and simple. And what he felt for Draco was the strongest love he'd ever imagined. He was still bonded to Draco. That bond was still quite strong, and would be for many months.

Meravi had two pet names for Harry now. One, of course, was Harry. That was used on a normal basis. But when he was speaking affectionately, or saying good morning or night, he'd call him bambino. And he'd purr the name out and Harry had to refrain from pouncing on him.

He'd been talking mostly to Fuoco. He was very clever, and was working on another book that Harry was going to give to Ron and Hermione for Christmas. One that only allowed communication, not the ability to travel.

He'd also been out riding Cavallo's horses, and training a lot. He was fitter than he'd ever been in his life. But no matter what he did to try and kind his mind entertained, he could still feel Draco 24/7, and it was driving him insane.

Harry looked out over the forest again. It was 22nd December, and Harry was wondering what to do about Christmas. Incandeche didn't believe in making owls carry post, and Harry had left Hedwig in Hogwarts anyway. He'd have to go back there…but he didn't know if he could face it.

"Hmm…sickle for your thoughts?" Harry turned slightly to see Meravi standing next to him.

"I'm just…I'm wondering about…"

"Christmas?"

"Yeah." Meravi sighed.

"Just because you came here to get away from your problems, doesn't make them disappear. You owe your friends, and…your mate…at least a visit. Even if you don't talk to them."

"It'll be so hard seeing them again. Especially Draco. I still…love him…" Meravi closed his eyes.

"Harry…if you stay in Cielo, your bond to Draco will be broken. But it doesn't change your feelings. If you still love him…"

"I do… but he hates me…I'm not going back to Hogwarts to stay. I belong here now." Meravi smiled. He put an arm around Harry's waist and gave him a reassuring hug.

"You'll always be welcome here Bambino. But an Incandeche belongs where his heart is."

"But…what if your heart's in one place…but the person your heart loves is in another?"

"Then you have a very difficult decision to make." Meravi let his hand drift lower down Harry's side and put his other hand close to Harry's arse. "Of course, I could make it a lot easier for you." Harry shivered. Both of Meravi's hands were now drifting lower, and Meravi himself was coming closer. Their lips were almost touching…

Harry jumped away looking shocked.

"No. You know how I feel about Draco." Meravi let his hands fall back to his sides, sighing.

"I suppose there's no changing your mind."

"No." Harry said firmly. Meravi nodded solemnly.

"I admire your conviction. I'm sorry…" He muttered, flying off. Harry sighed, wishing Draco was here with him.

Harry stayed out later than usual the next day, helping Cavallo with the horses. They were beautiful white and brown speckled stallions except for one- a pure white mare. He gave them all their evening feed and sighed. He knew he could never bring himself to leave this place. But it hurt being away from Draco. 'No…Draco hates me now.' Harry thought, shaking his head.

"What's up with you?" Cavallo asked. "You don't seem your usually chirpy-with-an-edge self." Harry mock scowled before grinning.

"I'm just thinking."

"Oh dear. Do you need to sit down?"

"Ha ha." Harry sighed. "I'm not thinking too hard, don't worry. It's just…about Christmas…"

"Yeah. Get me something good." Harry rolled his eyes. "I'm kidding!" Cavallo said quickly.

"Well anyways…I was thinking about going to Hogwarts…just to give some of my old friends presents…"

"You should." Cavallo said simply. "It's your past that makes you who you are today, and you wouldn't be here without it." Harry smiled, nodding.

On Christmas Eve, magical white snow littered Cielo. Harry stood out on his balcony, content to let the cold flakes settle in his hair and on his wings and bare shoulders. A grey shape approached the house, and Harry smiled warmly. No one meaning any harm ever appeared here, so Harry didn't worry about who it was. Fuoco landed beside Harry, grinning at him.

"Here's your second book Miele." Harry took the black leather bound book. It had over 100 pages for good measure, but only the first one was important. It created a link to the one Fuoco had already made (which was in Harry's bedside table) allowing the owners to speak to each other. "Consider it my Christmas present to you." Harry grinned back.

"Thanks Fuoco. I'll get you something in Hogsmeade. I'm stopping there before I go to Hogwarts."

"You don't have to." Fuoco said.

"I do. You were my first friend here who didn't want to shag me." Fuoco laughed.

"Yeah well…are you sure going back to Hogwarts wont bring up old memories?"

"Oh it will." Harry said, smiling with emotional-battle hardened eyes. "But I have to talk to Ron and Hermione again. If not in person…with this." Fuoco nodded.

"Your friends meant a lot to you?"

"The world."

Harry set off early in the afternoon. He knew exactly where to go, Meravi having given him directions. He had to fly in a zigzag up until he felt he'd broken though something. Then, he would be out in the human world.

'And don't worry.' Meravi had said. 'Your homing instincts will guide you back'

It felt strange piercing the magical barrier. The barrier, Harry thought, that was keeping all other creatures out of Cielo. Including Draco. Harry scowled at himself. 'Stop it!! You're only hurting yourself by thinking about him!'

Harry was flying over the channel at breakneck speed as he felt his link to Draco get stronger. He had been taught to suppress it, and he did. He pushed it deep down inside himself and flew on.

This was going to be a long night.

Did this seem short to you? -blinks-
Anywhoo... reviews are always appreciated :)

And you know what this means, right? Christmas Reunion :P