(A/N: I'm am truly sorry for all of the errors in the previous chapter. There is no excuse so I won't try to make one, just know I'm sorry and that won't happen again. Sorry it's taking me so long to update. Well here is chapter 5 and I put something in here to try and make up for all of the errors which you all have been waiting for. Also before I forget, this is a romance I know but it will not have a happy ending and Draco/Harry will be going through hell in gasoline soaked pajamas if you know what I mean. It will have its moments of pure bliss as well it's moments of pure dismay so just wanted to warn you before you continue reading this story. Now I hope you enjoy chapter 5 . One more thing...I'm feeling devious so there will be a lot of twist to come XD"

Chapter 5

It had been two months since Harry and Ryan's meeting, which due to Harry's mixture of guilt and love for Draco, was cut short before either party was able to make any meaningful advancements. Even so, Ryan's scent, image, and touch were burned into his mind every waking moment of the day, as well as in a dream or two. It came to the point where he, for a second time, doubted his love for Draco, or more a less his ability to stay faithful. "It shouldn't be this hard" he sometimes thought. He always heard in those damned soap operas Mrs. Dursely used to watch(He was vacuuming the carpet or some other form of child labor during these times) that love concurred all. Even with all the scandals, home-wreckers, and occasional drunken marriages the two characters whom were enthralled with each other always seemed to find their way towards each other. As for those whom only claimed to love and never truly did, they always ended up alone, which is what scared Harry. Was he one of those people whom based their love on a good fuck here and there? Was the tingling sensation he felt when Draco would kiss him only his mind tricking him into thinking it was something special? Were all these years of faithfulness wasted on something that was destined to fail? These thoughts along with others made Harry's head spin and his eyes water, hence him taking a walk that afternoon.

His feet pressed against scattered scarlet and gold flakes sprawled across the sidewalk. It was Autumn now, Harry's favorite season for when he was young it meant a new year at Hogwarts was beginning and the memory of the large red train and the brightly lit castle filled with warmth and countless mysteries always brought a smile to his face.

He sat at the café at which he had met Ryan that faithful day after work. It seemed that Ryan was off today as he didn't see him the whole time he was there. This was both a blessing and a grievance. Part of Harry told him it was a good thing Ryan was not working that day, he could avoid any and all awkward conversations. Yet he wanted to some how explain himself, or at least make sure that he hadn't offended Ryan(which he knew he probably had), and he couldn't do this with him not there. Harry let his head fall backwards with a sigh out of frustration. He blinked a little, the sun hitting him in the face. A tall figure came into his view right above his head silhouetted by the sunlight.

"Hey Harry." A familiar voice said above him.

"Ron!" Harry exclaimed lifting his head up towards him, "How have you been?"

"Fine I guess." Ron said circling Harry to get to the chair adjacent from him and taking a seat.

"How is—er—what was her name again?" Harry asked.

"Rebecca? She's doing fine. We're having a baby Harry."

"That's great, what's it going to be?"

"We're not sure yet but she doesn't want to know. It ruin's the magic of it as she put it" Ron added with a chuckle.

Harry snorted with laughter before he continued, "If she only knew"

"Yeah...I don't know if I should tell her though."

"Tell her what, that you're a wizard." Ron didn't answer. He buried his head in the menu trying to avoid the conversation he so stupidly set in motion, "Ron, you have to tell her! If you don't your entire relationship will be based on a lie!"

"No it won't I love her, and she loves me—"

"But you don't think she does. She loves the muggle Ron and you're not sure if she can handle the wizard Ron." Once again Ron didn't reply, "Well let me ask you this. What are you going to do when your son or daughter begins showing magical promise? You can't blame it on puberty because even the most hormonal kids don't make tea pots shoot across the room when they can't go to a concert. Or accidently curse the one who broke their heart. Or conjure up some Hungarian strippers when they have a wet drea—"

"Harry I get it I get it! But you don't understand how hard this is for me. I'm still hurting from Hermione(he says thank you to the waiter who brings him his coffee) she was my first love—"

"What of—"

"Lavender was nothing more then a quick snog. Hermione was special and I regret that it couldn't work out. We were so happy, I'm still not sure what happened. One day...it just all fell apart. But that is the past, and I am with Rebecca now and I love her, more then anyone would ever expect and I want this to be the love that actually works. And if that mean's keeping the most treasured part of my life away from her...then I will."

"Ron, at least consider this. If she truly loved you she would except you no matter what."

"But Harry this isn't a case of me being in the closet, or me having a affair...I'm a bloody wizard! What if she doesn't see me for me anymore, but for someone who can get her anything she wants!" Ron said in one infuriated breath.

"So that's what it is. You don't want her to take advantage of you, or your powers I mean?" Harry said taking Ron's hands in his, "Well if you are that scared of this I will not force you to do anything. I can tell you love her, possibly more then you loved Hermi—"

"No never. I will always love Hermione."

"I understand."

Harry loosened his grip on Ron's hands and sat back in the chair staring up throw the branches of the large tree that towered over them. The sun, filtered through the scattered leaves just as it did that day he met Ryan.

"So, is Draco any better?" Ron asked unknowingly breaking Harry out of a trance.

"Sadly no." Harry said with a sigh, "There has been no change in his condition."

"Im sorry."

"It's ok, my sleeping beauty just isn't that lucky."

"It's a shame you can't just wake him up with the proper spell."

"Yeah, but with all the death eaters constantly on our trail, even the slightest bit of magic would lead them straight to us. Leave it to Lucius to make things this difficult, even for his own son."

"Well you have to think Harry. As in the wrong as he is, can you blame him? Not only did he reject his family and the name that brought him up, which in our eyes is a step in the right direction, but he's gay. That's not excepted in most Muggle homes, so I wouldn't expect anything less from a Wizard family, especially one such as the Malfoys."

"But he's his son—"

"Well Harry they are the Malfoys, expecting any sort of kindness from them is a lost cause—"

"What about Draco?"

There... there are always exceptions." Ron said with a smile, "Well I have to get going, it was great talking to you."

"Yeah same here, great seeing you too."

"Well I'll see you around." Ron said, raising from his chair and beginning down the street in the direction he was originally heading.

Harry waved after the departing figure of his best friend till he wasn't in sight anymore. He payed the bill, left a tip and proceeded to leave the café.

Crimson and topaz colored leaves fell gracefully down onto Harry as the sounds of children playing and the autumn wind filled his ears. Harry looked down at the leaves, once again reminiscing about all the good times he had Hogwarts with Hermione and Ron(there was a particular leaf that was the color of Ron's hair). His first train ride, The Tri-Wizard Championships and the other fond things that made Hogwarts so special. He looked up, not looking in any particular direction, and his eyes became fixed on a bench. There sitting was a cream colored man with ruffled golden hair and piercing grey eyes, intently buried in a book of some sort. He looked up from his book and met Harry's eyes. Harry reached out to him and he gave a crooked smile. Someone walked past, coming in way of Harry's view and after that split second he was gone, and Harry was staring at a empty bench. Harry shoved his hands down in his pockets in a defeated manor and kept on walking down the cobble stone path. In the distance, a tall, slender man watched Harry strands of hair and ocean colored eyes. With a small grin he got up from his bench and walked in the opposite direction of Harry.

Harry walked through the long hallway leading to his room with slow, heavy steps. In a way, he hoped that if he took a little longer to get to his room it would give Draco enough time to get up and meet him with open arms. By the time he began to twist the door knob he had abandoned such childish thoughts. He opened the door and was met with a sight that had made his heart jump into his throat. The bed was empty, the sheets sprawled across the floor and assorted bandages in their wake. The old dingy, white curtains that once concealed the inside from the outside were torn and the bar suspending them over the window half off of the wall. The night-stand was over turned, a vase cracked on the floor in a pool of water and flower petals.

"Draco?" Harry called surveying the area.

He dashed over broken glass and overturned furniture towards the open window and looked out of it in a panic.

"DRACO?" He called again, a violent breeze carrying strands of ebony into his face .

A million thoughts raced through his mind as he looked down outside of the window at the grimy, dingy alley empty except for some not in particular person walking towards the streets. What if death eaters got him? What if some damned muggles broke in and took him. Or what if, he woke up and saw Harry wasn't there and in a hurried fury left the room? These and other possibilities circled in his brain, yet one fact still remained...Draco was gone.