Branwen777: I'm glad you like it. I was surprise with myself when I wrote it the first time around. I was really inspired by the movie "The Butterfly Effect" that's why it's called "Butterfly" both get their names from the theory that: the small movement of a butterfly's wings can later cause a hurricane. Harry is Draco's butterfly, and this story is his hurricane.

This review made me laugh. I'm so glad you like the story. You're right, that I won't tell you anything else, but in any story there is always hope for Harry and Draco, like you said they're soul mates. I hope you feel that the wait is worth it. You review was so cute. You made my day. Don't worry about my 'writing time' because this story is done, so it won't affect you. One more chapter after this one! eee! Thanks for the lovely review Naomi.

:) Heather

MayuBlack: I'm glad you like it. I hope this was soon enough for you, but like I tell Branwen777 I don't give away the ending! Thanks for the review!

He'll Be In Love With Someone Else

I fought back tears as Dobby once again cast his spell on me. If Harry's love caused him to die, well, than I wouldn't let him love me. Merlin, it hurt so bad to think about not being with him, but I had no other choice. I couldn't live without Harry anyway.

The pressure of the spell was on me once more. I opened my eyes to see Harry standing before me.

"Can I talk to you for a moment, Malfoy?" He seemed hopeful, and maybe a bit hesitant. I wanted to follow him so bad, but I knew that following him would be counterproductive.

"Talk away, Potter." I said as venomously as I could muster. He gave me a glare of impatience.

"I mean in private, Malfoy." His shoulders were tense, and I knew he was going to leave soon if I didn't follow, but I couldn't let the same thing happen as last time.

"I don't think so, Potter." I turned around and sauntered away so he couldn't see the tears in my eyes.

The world changed and I was approaching Dumbledore about my loyalties.

Change, my godfather was trying to talk me out of it, but no one could change my mind. I was going to become a spy whether they liked it or not.

Change, the Dark Lord was pointing his wand at my forearm, and it burned. My eyes were watering, and I knew I was going to pass out from the pain.

Change, Harry was holding Ginny Weasley's hand, and my eyes filled with tears.

Change, I had to teach myself Occlumency if the Dark Lord knew of this magic the results would be disastrous.

Change, I was going to die; he was kissing her, my heart was breaking, and I was going to die.

Change, I was at the first Order meeting. Harry was looking at me, and he wasn't allowed to look at me. My heart couldn't take it, and she was there.

Change, the mark on my arm burned and the Dark Lord was getting suspicious. I wouldn't last much longer in this war.

Change, Harry was accusing me of my loyalties, when I've only ever been loyal.

I felt as if I had missed a step going down the stairs. I was standing in the house I had seen before. The one with the house elf heads on the walls, only this time I had no Harry to hold my hand or kiss me. I heard someone clear their throat; I looked down to see Dobby.

"Is you happy now, Master?" He said shakily. I opened my mouth, but I couldn't give him an answer. No, I wasn't happy, but this is what I wanted, so in theory, I should be happy.

"Thank you, Dobby. Nothing further." He bowed and left me alone in the strange house.

I walked down the hall, taking in the surroundings. The house was eerie, but reminded me vaguely of home. I heard a strange sound from the stairs, so approached them cautiously. I peeked around the corner to see the one thing could make my heart shatter. Harry had Ginny Weasley pinned to the wall, and he was giving her a rather passionate snog and grope. If he had put a knife through my heart, it would have been kinder. Slowly, I backed away. Once out of sight, I tried to recover without throwing up or breaking down completely.

"Draco?" I heard a small voice say behind me. I whirled around to see Hermione giving me a strange look. "Are you alright?"

I gave her a bitter laugh. Once I started I couldn't stop, and those laughs turned more hysterical, finally turning into sobs. I fell to the ground and sobbed into my hands. She ran to me, kneeling beside me and trying to reassure me. She stroked my back and begged for me to tell her what was wrong.

"I love him…" I sobbed out to her, as if it would help. I then realized how very true those words were. "Oh Merlin, I love him so much…"

A look of dawning came upon her face. She opened her mouth to say something, but she was interrupted by two redheaded twins.

"Mum says…"

"…to come downstairs because…"

"…the war's about to start." The seemed so cheerful, as if they were inviting us to a party. I stood and wiped away the tears from my eyes and strode from the room as quickly as possible. I couldn't believe I had told someone my secret. As I retreated down the, now empty, stairs, I heard the redheads speaking to Hermione.

"You're lucky we weren't Ron, he would have throttled Malfoy before you said a word."

"Come on, Fred… we're lucky we weren't Ron, or we would have throttled ourselves at birth."

"Don't say anything to Ron…"

I ran as fast as I could, and I didn't want to hear them talking about me. It was hard enough for her to have seen me cry, but to talk about it with Weasleys was more than salt on the wound.

I was at the bottom of the stairs, when my arm burned white-hot causing me to scream in pain. It was the call of the Dark Lord; the war was about to begin. I went to him as quickly as I could. We were outside of Hogwarts, and stood quietly waiting for instructions. I could see across the battlefield and make out many Weasleys, Hermione, Dumbledore, and (most importantly) Harry.

Not before long the battle had begun. The Death Eaters moved as one, as we swept across the battlefield. When there was enough distraction I cursed one of my fellow Death Eaters, and when they fell to the ground unconscious I blended in with the others, and no one knew who had done it. It was in the heat of battle, when I turned to see Harry and the Dark Lord battling. Harry dodged the Dark Lord's spell, but tripped and fell. The Dark Lord was pointing his wand at Harry, and Harry was going to die. Without think I ran and blocked Harry with my body. I was hit with the most intense and excruciating pain. Harry's voice was the only thing that could brake through the pain.

"Avada Kedavra!" The pain stopped and I fell to the grown in exhaustion, coughing and gasping for breath. Strong arms lifted me to my feet and I was enveloped into a warm hug. I felt warm and safe, so at home. I knew that hug too well; it was Harry.

"We won, Malfoy!" He said as he pulled away and smiled. I gave him a smile back, even though it pained me to do so. He had called me "Malfoy" and it hurt worse than any curse could.

"Harry!" He let go of me, and I was cold without him. Ginny Weasley threw her arms around his neck and he kissed her. Whenever I thought my heart couldn't break anymore, I was proven wrong. I turned and ran away, not caring about the strange looks I was getting. Harry had won the war, but it broke my heart to see him with her. I couldn't stand there and watch him be happy with someone else, when I could only be happy with him.

I found a secluded part of the castle; it was a barren stretch of wall that I could sit up against and cry. I was sobbing so loud that I couldn't here someone approaching.

"Malfoy?" I looked up into the chocolate eyes of Hermione Granger. She sat next to me as I tried to stop the tremors that ran through my body. "You love Harry, don't you?"

It was more of a statement then a question, but I nodded anyway.

"You have no idea what I went through for him." I choked out. "No one has any idea what I went through for him. She doesn't deserve him."

I couldn't cry anymore; I had no tears left. I stood up and brushed the imaginary dirt off of my clothes as Hermione stood as well. She opened her mouth to speak, but was interrupted by Neville Longbottom running towards us.

"Hermione!" He gasped as he tried to catch his breath. "It's Harry! He's… he's dead!"

Hermione turned to me as my eyes went wide. I couldn't talk, for fear of bursting into tears.

"How?" Hermione sobbed. I bit back the pain, so I could hear what had happened to the boy I love.

"One of the leftover Death Eaters tried to curse Ginny. Harry jumped in front of her and took the curse instead." My eyes went wide; it was just like last time, only this time his love was for someone else.

"Not again." I said softly, but received a strange look from both of them. Hermione opened her mouth to say something to me, most likely to ask the meaning of my statement, but before she could I took off running as fast as I could towards the kitchens.

"Last time. Last time…" Became my new motto as I ran to Dobby. He gave me a knowing look.

He nodded at me morosely. "Dobby is hearing what happened to Harry Potter. Dobby was wondering when Master Draco would be coming for Dobby again."

"Last time Dobby." I panted from running. "I know how to keep Harry safe."

His look was hopeful, and I smiled at him. I had grown to love this house elf. He was the only one who had been through it all with me, and he was the only one who could help.

"How, Master?" He said eagerly.

"You, Dobby." At his confused look I continued. "You'll be there to look after him because you're the only one I trust with my Harry. I can't be there because, this time, I'll be his enemy."

A/N: WARNING: HBP spoilers
p.s. next chapter is the last one, so review!