Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, if I did, I would make Hogwarts a homosexual only school and would have my way with Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy. :D Now on with the story...

I felt myself wake up as the sun made its way across the silken sheets of my bed. I felt a shift in my arms and decided to not open my eyes just yet. I had had the most realistic dream ever since I first fell in love with Harry Potter and I didn't want to let that go just yet.

I replayed the dream over and over again; it felt so real, from the way we looked at each other to the way we made love on the bed. It had all seemed so real, I never wanted to wake from that dream and step back into reality ever again.

A deep sigh took me away from the dream and all I thought was, 'God… not Pansy again. I have to stop drinking with her.'

I sighed as I opened my eyes slowly, dreading seeing myself tangled with her. When they opened all the way, I was staring down at a person with short messy hair and a lightning shaped scar on his forehead.

It was seconds later I felt the tears running down my face. I closed my eyes in happiness. Last night wasn't a dream! Everything was real: the kisses and the touches were real.

I opened my eyes again to see this angel sleeping next to me…when it hit me, I frowned deeply as I argued with myself.

'I shouldn't have done this…'
'You could do anything you want. You took what you've wanted.'
'But now I have to do something that could—WOULD—make him not want me anymore.'
'Figure it out what you want to do then.'

I sighed slowly as I sat up to lean against the head board thinking of my choices when my father's eagle owl swooped in, dropping a letter on my lap and perched on my dresser knowing I'd have to respond to this particular letter. 'Crap.'

I got up from the bed slowly, as to not wake my lover from his deep sleep. Putting on my boxers from the night before, I sat at the only desk in the room and opened the letter. It was from my father. I sighed and read:

Draco,

The Dark Lord has requested that you make an appearance tonight. You are to finally become a Death Eater. Your mother and I are proud; you will help bring this family into greater power. Please have all your things packed, for you will not be coming back to the school anytime soon. You will meet me in Hogsmead at noon today. Do NOT be late.

--Your Father

P.S. Do not tell anyone where you are going.

I almost screamed in frustration, but remembered that Harry was sleeping.

I didn't want to become a something like a slave for the power hungry half blood. Nor did I want anything to do with Voldemort, but most of all I didn't want to leave Harry. 'Fuck… How am I going to tell him?' I thought to myself as I looked at him again. 'I can't just leave him… Not after what happened last night… He'd never forgive me… and worse… I would never forgive myself if I did this to him.'

I knew I had two choices: one was to stay with Harry. ...The other, to leave and become something I didn't want to be, something I couldn't avoid being. I was—am—a Malfoy… Malfoy's don't bow to anyone…Well, maybe Harry, but that's beside the point.

I knew my father would be disappointed—and might try to kill me—if I told him that I didn't want to go, but not just that: He'd find a way to hurt me in order to make me go and that meant hurting Harry and that wasn't an option. I couldn't put Harry through that. The fact of the matter was that I had to go. To protect Harry. To keep him safe. He's all that I have to lose.

I didn't know how to explain to him that leaving was the only option, because knowing him he wouldn't let me leave. Ever. I smiled at that, knowing that he wouldn't let anyone do anything dangerous to save himself from harm. But I had choice after I thought about my father and what he would do to him.

I wrote back to my father saying I'd be there and began packing. I put on clean clothes and decided to write Harry a letter, it was the least I could do. I looked at him as he slept and felt more tears running down my face like a waterfall.

I looked away before I could change my mind about leaving, and looked for a parchment and a quill. When I found what I was looking for I sat at the desk and began to write:

Dear Harry,

I'm sorry for the abrupt leave, but it has to be this way…

I stopped writing and re-read it, realizing it didn't sound right at all. That sentence made it sound like I didn't want him or something and that wasn't true. 'This is going to be harder than I thought.' I crumpled up the parchment and mentally screamed at myself for making this so difficult. I knew something like this would happen, but things were different now. I sat down and tried again.

Harry,

I'm sorry that I left without saying a real goodbye, but I figured it'd be better this way. There is a lot to explain, I know, but I don't think you'd understand what I have to do to protect you. I know that you don't like the sound of it, but this was and is, my choice.

When I come back I will explain everything. Just know that I love you so much and that everything will end up in our favor later on.

I hope that you will do this for me… please stay safe… even though your Gryffindor stubbornness will still end up getting you in trouble… at least be safe for me.

I'll try to write to you as soon as I get to where I'm about to go but promise me that you will not try and look for me. I will be safe… to an extent and know that I put myself in this position a long time ago and that I'd do this to keep you out of harms way.

You should know how much it pains me to see you this last time, sleeping there where we made love for the first and only time… You are so beautiful when you sleep. It is breaking my heart with each word that I write.

I have to go love. I will be gone when you get up and read this. And for that I am sorry. You should also know that I hate doing this to something we never got to see more of.

I won't say goodbye because I will see you again. Don't you doubt that. I swear that I'll be in your arms again… if you decide to wait for me.

I love you Harry Potter and don't forget that.

Love always,
Draco M.

P.S. I better not find an Emo Potter when I come back. I want you just the way you are now.

I left that note, sealing it with a kiss, and another explaining to him about the room that we were in. On my way out I looked at him one more time on the bed sleeping so peacefully, not knowing what I was about to do and dashed out before I could think on about it, hoping, wishing that everything would end up alright for both him and me.

I was out of the castle when I realized that I could shrink my trunk. I did this and put it in my pocket. Mounting my broom, I took off, looking at the castle one more time before I flew off in the direction of Hogsmead, not looking back again.

I could feel the tears pouring down my face again and I knew that it had to stop; I could not let my emotions go galloping around for my father to see for he would use it against me. So before I landed I got a hold of myself and went into Honeydukes to get a butterbeer.

As I drained my third one I realized it was twelve. I paid for the drinks, leaving a tip and turned around. I stared at the door and the man that was holding it open. It was my father with his smirk that I've always hated, waiting for me.

3 Years later…

I woke up from the reoccurring memory that haunted my dreams for the past three years. As I sat up in my oversized bed I rubbed my eyes, ridding the sweat and looked out the big windows in my room, thinking. 'Could that have happened three years ago?'

I sighed then, wondering how and where Harry was. I remembered when the dark Toad, Voldemort, had almost captured him a year ago but ended up failing miserably. But when he and my father came back, he gave me an owl, the one owl that I could recognize anywhere, Hedwig.

Another time that I saw Harry's name mentioned was that in the Daily Profit, saying that he was dating that Ginny girl. My heart broke once I read that, thinking that he didn't love me anymore. Since then I haven't read the Profit, but once in a while, when I had nothing to do.

As I thought about Hedwig again, I looked over to where her and my eagle owl, Talon, were perched and smiled. My eagle owl was sleeping, but not Hedwig, she was just looking at me and I gave her a charming smile.

She flew over to me, knowing that I was sad about something. I watched her as she landed in my lap and I stroked her feathers absentmindedly looking back out the window. I knew that I could have let her go but she was the only memory, the only other creature that had loved him. I kept her with me so we could both suffer together without being with Harry. I knew it was selfish but we helped each other out when we were missing him, kind of like now.

When the dark toad found out that my father had given her to me, he told me to either give her back or kill her. But I told him that if I gave her back that she could find us again, so he told me to kill her but I told him that was unnecessary. And when he died I didn't return her because my owl, Talon, and I were used to her company she ended up staying here.

So here I was with two pets that kept me company since my parents and all the other death eaters were in hiding god knows where. THANK GOD. So I had the Malfoy Manor all to myself, until today that is, since I would be going to Hogwarts again to teach Potions and leave all the bad memories behind.

I don't remember falling asleep but when I woke up again it was daylight out and remembering that Hedwig was in my lap, I almost freaked out when I found she wasn't there. Then I looked to where she was normally with my eagle owl and saw her sleeping. I sigh in relief as I got up out of the bed and walked over to them both.

I stroked Talon awake first, and then Hedwig. They both woke with the same soft hoot. "Good morning… how did you guys sleep?" They both nipped my finger affectionately. I smiled at them and pulled on some sweats, not bothering with a shirt. I walked out the door, putting up my now long hair up in a ponytail. I called to my pets, "You guys hungry?" and bolted for the kitchen, hearing wings rustling. I laughed as I reached the kitchen first, which was a first for me.

I dug in the fridge as I heard rustling of wings in the kitchen and a clang as they sat on the perch. I laughed… "Took you guys long enough, what were you doing? Eloping or something?" Hedwig hooted and took off to take the toast that had just popped up and shared with Talon. I scowled at her and she hooted happily. I thought to myself. 'Draco the owl talking freak.'

I sat at the table after conjuring a paper and a plate of eggs and bacon. Before I read the paper I turned on a muggle radio that I found at a store down the street. They had good songs, I had to admit, but sometimes they would have sad ones that reminded me of Harry. Like now the song Wait for You by some American pop artist or something. I'd heard it a couple of times and knew it by heart now. It reminded me of the time I had had with Harry.

I sighed and started reading the paper. Even with the stupid shit going on I still read other news that didn't concern the stupid ministry, like Harry's life for example.

I finished with my breakfast and washed everything the muggle way, to waste time, when I heard a crack down the hall a ways and thought, 'Shit.'