Written by QueenoftheMoonlitTears

Hello lovelies(looks around), I'm pleased to bring you the first chapter of this story. This is going to be a welcome change for me seeing as I haven't been able to write a whole lot in a lot of months. I hope that you will all enjoy the work that we will both be putting into this story. I'm glad you have taken the time to read this, if it wouldn't be to much trouble please leave some comments so we know what you're thinking.

Warnings:Angst(oh Angst you foul beast)

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Chapter One

Things didn't make sense, how could anyone be this in love with someone they didn't really know? Harry's heart sank into his chest as he looked across the bedroom in his apartment. He knew that things weren't going to get better unless he tried to get over Charlie. Just thinking the name made him clench the spot where his heart had been months ago. His body ached, and he couldn't think of a way to move on. How does one really move on from the death of a lover? Harry didn't know, but he did know that he couldn't put off seeing people any longer. He was surprised that he'd gotten away with not seeing Ron or Hermione for the last two months. Though he should have guessed that Ron would be surprised to find out that his older brother had been shagging his best friend for the last three years, no one else seemed to be surprised but then again Ron always had been kind of dense.

He stared at the wall where the moving photograph of him and Charlie stared back smiling and waving, from their vacation to Romania. Charlie'd always loved it there, and Harry had enjoyed their trips to the cottage up in the mountains surrounding the dragon training area. Things were so peaceful there, and they had given Harry quite the distraction from his Auror training. The moving photograph changed to them no longer waiving at each other, but dancing under some beautiful moonlight. Harry blinked and realized the picture was as it always was, them smiling and waving. He walked over to the picture and with shaking hands grabbed it from the wall. He looked at it, with a lifeless smile, without thinking again he threw it as hard as he could at the far wall. The sound of the shattering glass made him happy, the sick smirk fit his mood perfectly, nothing was right or happy why should a happy picture stare at and torment him night and day?

He closed his eyes and ran his left hand through his raven colored hair. He'd been so angry the past few months, and with good reason but he had yet to find the proper outlet for it. He waved his wand and said the all too familiar Reparo spell and the picture's glass was once again whole. He wished everything was that simple, that he could wave his wand at anything and say that one simple word and fix it. If things in his world had worked that way he'd have gone back in time and his parents would still be alive. If that worked in his world he'd make it so that Fred would still be alive and successful with his joke shop. If things like that happened in his world Dumbledore, and Hedwig, would still be alive, but most importantly if things like that happened in his world he would have brought Charlie back from the edge of that damned abyss.

"Nice job today, Harry." Draco said from the doorway of the classroom-like room they were standing in. Draco watched the tensed way that Harry moved about packing his things into the black suede shoulder bag he took everywhere with him. The raven-haired man looked like a ghost of his former self; he was paler and angrier than he had been at any other time in their lives.

Harry looked up after he had systematically packed all of his binders, pens, and other miscellaneous items into his bag. He and Draco got on well enough these days, but he still wasn't always sure about him. He was even less sure that he liked the idea of Draco dating his only female friend. Draco had grown up a lot since the final battle, but he wasn't sure that someone with such a foul mouth deserved a girl like Hermione. He shook his head trying to clear it of those thoughts, "Thanks, I didn't even notice I'd done anything worth the nice job." He said, his voice sounding dull and lifeless to himself. He couldn't believe that he had lost so much of himself in such a short amount of time.

"Harry, be serious. You not only took down that Dementor with a single wordless flick of your wand, but you also did the physical challenge like a man possessed. If those aren't things worth praising then I don't know what is." Draco said taking a step into the room. He could see that Harry was uncomfortable with the praise, but he knew that if the boy didn't get some positive reinforcement soon he was going to fall even further.

"Nothing I haven't done before. It's all like rehashing old school material." He said standing up, with his bag slung carelessly over his shoulder.

Before Draco could come up with a reply his phone rang from inside his slacks pocket, he pulled it out and looked at the caller. It was Hermione and he didn't dare ignore another call from her, not after the way she had bitched him out for standing her up the other night. "Give me a minute and I'll walk you out onto the street Harry, I have to take this call.

Harry sighed and nodded, he knew that it had to be Hermione on the phone, no one else could make Draco stop cold in his tracks. He scowled at the back of his head; no one seemed to realize just how much he wanted to be alone these days. Draco especially. He either didn't take the hint or he didn't give a damn, who knew what the answer to that one was. As he waited for the call between the two of them to end he leaned against the wall and watched the teacher erase things from the black board. The rhythmic way he did things made Harry smile. It was so dull and monotonous that it didn't require thinking, and things like that were exactly what he needed.

"Alright Hermione, I'm sorry for standing you up the other night. I got nervous. I've never been in a real relationship before. There are you happy? "Draco asked into the phone sending a pleading look at Harry for some form of help "I can't do this right now. I need to walk Harry home, and then get ready for our dinner with my mother tonight. Ok. I'm glad you love me. Goodbye." Draco shoved his cell phone back into his pocket and walked over to Harry.

"I'm sorry about that Potter. She sure can talk. Shall we go?"

"I don't care. I just know that I want to get out of here for the day." Harry said as he was ushered out of the school complex by Draco. He watched as the blonde went over to the brooms they had left in front of the building. Harry smirked noticing that Draco still had the black Firebolt that his father had bought him a long time ago. Back in a simpler time when the worst thing that they had to worry about was Voldemort taking over and enslaving the human race. Ah, those were the times.