Author's Note:

Sorry for the wait! (I sound like a broken record.) I've just been having writer's block and didn't know how to properly write this chapter. Bear with me!

We can't be together.

Even after all we've been through, all those moments we've had together, we can't be together. That was made perfectly clear on the platform, where we were on the brink of death.

It's funny, I never really believed in the Afterlife, but when we were given an ultimatum, I was so afraid of going there. I loved you, no, I love you, but I couldn't give up the thought of us both being able to live.

Just without our memories of before the war began.

Of our relationship.

Of us.

I thought then, that that wouldn't be a problem, that because our love was true, we'd remember. Something would guide us towards each other once more.

Love, you pulled me closer and peered into my eyes, searching for some form of understanding.

"Dray, I want us to live. I'll find you, somehow."

You seemed to want to say something, but couldn't bring yourself to. The moment your mouth opened, it quickly closed and you slipped the Malfoy mask on.

"Yes. I think that's best."

And then we knew no more...

At least you didn't.

Somehow, I remembered, after a few months had passed. No one else remembered a thing. Ron and 'Mione had no records of our relationship, nor did Blaise and Pansy. They were only able to fill us in on how the war ended, but nothing more. No one in Hogwarts remembered. So life went on.

I don't even know how it happened. It had just been a regular day. I was simiply checking on Sirius's vaults at Gringotts when it happened. 'Mione had advised that I look at some family heirlooms, to learn more about my life. Once in the vault, I was touching things in order to feel as if my ancestors were with me; that Sirius was with me. Then when I came upon an ornate mirror that looked similar to the one Sirius had given me, I picked it up hoping to see Sirius inside it.

Instead, it sent a jolt through my body and afterwards, all I saw was blond and gray.

And then I remembered. I remembered everything. The war, you, us, King's Cross Station.

So I ran. I ran right out of Gringott's, out of Diagon Alley, and straight to the Manor. I hoped beyond hope that you would remember too. That the spark had ran through your body too, connecting us together once more.

Knocking on the door, I bypassed the house-elf and searched for you. Upon pushing on what I assume is your bedroom door, I was greeted with a most horrid sight.

There you were, lying on the bed with Blaise on your chest.

And I looked straight into your stormy gray eyes and all I saw was disgust and hatred.

Not only didn't you remember, but you had moved on.

We can't be together. You're happy with Blaise and I can't ruin the life you've built these past few years.

I see you everyday at the Ministry now, with Blaise wrapped in your arms. Do you know how much it hurts to be partners as Aurors together, and know that I can't touch you?

Bloody Minister wouldn't let me be partners with Ron, saying our history together would compromise missions. Twat.

Do you know how much it hurts to see you make a life with Blaise Zabini, and not me?

Present

Huffing and panting is all I hear as we are running together, hands held, away from the ex-Death Eaters.

You quickly push me into a cove and press your muscled body against mine. I cast a silencing spell while you cast a concealing charm.

"Harry, stay still and quiet."

Oh, you didn't have to tell me twice. To meld my body against yours once more. To be able to touch you when you were willing. This moment is perfect.

It ends so quickly. Everything goes in fast-motion as you grab us out of our hiding place and stupefy all the criminals.

All I do is gaze at your perfectly sculpted body doing a beautiful dance.

And then it's over and you're walking towards me with a smile on your face, as if to hug me.

But all you do is pat me on the back and apparate us back to the Ministry.

You let go of me, and that in itself hurts so much.

"Next time, don't be so daft and actually do something?"

There was no malice. You simply smile and turn to walk out of the building, where I know Blaise is waiting for you, to receive that kiss that I so badly craved.

I hate this. I thought we were supposed to be together. But you don't remember and we can't be together.

Because I can't hurt you like that, love.

There, I made it sort of longer? Hope that kind of makes up for my absence...?

The ending's a bit weird though. =\ Tell me what you think?

Once again, sorry for not updating!