Reliving No More

"Draco, you look like crap," said Harry. Draco just gaped at the person haunting his mind for the past five years. He didn't look much different. Still had a mop of dark hair which covered his scar and was threatening to cover his cold green eyes. The face Draco couldn't read was the expression Harry was wearing while he did his own scan of Draco.

"Come in," said Draco as he stepped back, allowing more than enough room for Harry to enter. Harry accepted the invitation and Draco shut the door behind him. "Care for some tea or any other refreshment?" he asked trying to hide the emotions that were coursing through him.

"A cup of tea would be fine." Draco nodded and walled towards the kitchen, not seeing if Harry was following. Apparently he was because Draco heard Harry's footsteps following in time with his own from behind him. When he reached the kitchen, he waved his wand around to get a pot of water on the stove and two teacups on the kitchen island. Then he placed the tea bags in the cups and waited for the water to heat up while Harry took a seat on one of the stools. There was silence until Draco flicked his wand again to pour the water into the cups.

"Sugar?" he asked and Harry shook his head. He took a sip and set the cup down to speak.

"Let's get down to business," he said as he pulled something from his pocket. Draco recognized it as the letter he sent, now crumpled up and almost ripped in a few places. "Why did you send this letter? Why after five years, did you contact me sounding like you were so guilt ridden? Did you run out of toys? Thought that you might be able to rekindle what you had with me, and I'd just let you use me any way you wanted?" Each question was filled with more and more anger. Draco just silently listened to each of Harry's questions waiting for the end. He remembered that Harry was a very passionate and emotional person, which was much to his surprise back when they first got together. In other words, he was all bark and no bite. "So what? What are your reasons?"

"I heard from someone that you were unhappy and-"

"You had someone spy on me?" asked Harry, sounding incredulous.

"No, Pansy just saw you and she felt she had to tell me," Draco replied calmly. Harry stayed silent so Draco continued with what he was talking about before. "Anyways, I heard you were unhappy and thought I had to do something. I wrote that letter and sent it. The reason it sound like I was full of guilt is because I am. I couldn't stand the fact that I caused you so much pain and, I don't know, I was compelled to do something. Anything. Since you told me not to find you all I could do was send you a letter." Harry glared at Draco.

"You have no right to be concerned about me." Draco lowered his eyes not being able to meet Harry's. "Now that I'm out of the picture, I bet you're having a party with a new guy every night."

"I haven't been with anyone else since that night," said Draco with complete honesty.

"You're lying!" shouted Harry. "You couldn't even stop yourself from going out with other while we were still together!" The last word he said sounded like it was a curse, or a poison to Harry's own tongue and Draco winced at how much hatred he had towards their old relationship.

"You can interrogate me, you can accuse me, call me a liar but I will still swear on my life that the only person I have ever loved was you." The emotions that Draco were feeling, the anger, sadness and pain all mixed together and came out in his voice, making Harry flinch.

"How can I believe you? When you lied to me about loving me?"

"I never lied!" Draco said interrupting Harry. "If you remember that night, I never lied to you once. Every word I said was true. It was you who came up with such accusations and it was you who believed them and it was you who didn't let me clear them up." A familiar feeling was rising in Draco, the feeling of a rubber band being pulled too tightly.

"So it's my fault? You're still putting all the blame on me?" Just before that rubber band snapped, Draco took in a deep breath and let it out along with all the tension.

"I dare say that we share the blame. I will claim most of it but I believe part of the blame goes to you when you lied," said Draco, calmly.

"I lied?" asked Harry, not believing what just came from Draco's mouth.

"When you said you forgave me, you lied. If you really did forgive me, you would have let go of all your anger towards me. You would have moved on, found someone you loved, someone who loved and cherished you. Someone completely different from me." In the middle of what Draco was saying Harry had turned away, and by the end he was doing all but covering his ears.

"I don't have to listen to you or your lies and for the record, I did not lie." Harry stood from the stool, pulled out his wand and Apparated leaving Draco alone with nothing more than two cups of tea and another tear in his heart.

Draco sighed before manually washing the cups and putting them back in the cupboard. Slowly he walked into the garden and walked down the path to the bench he always sat at. Wind rustled the dead leaves and a few leaves scraped across the stone paths but other than that, the garden was silent. Draco waited for some memory to flash before his eyes but nothing came. He sat still without a flash back or a look into the past though to say his mind was clear would be a lie.

Harry's visit brought so much confusion to Draco's mind that he didn't know what to think. He didn't even know where to begin sorting the mess that Harry caused. Why didn't Harry just throw away the letter? It wasn't like he had anything to do with Draco. Finally he stood only to pace back and forth hoping that would help in some way. With such a cloudy mind he almost didn't notice the small bit of green in the garden until it hit him in the face. Draco stumbled back, not expecting the tree branch to hit him. He reached out dumbfounded as his hand caressed the delicate green leave on the branch that whacked him in the face. With his eyes he followed the branch until it connected with the largest tree in the garden. The jungle of death might not have been dead after all.

Author's Note: Yay! Harry's back! New twist, huh? Ooh! I so can't wait to finish the next chapter! Even I have no idea how it will end, not that I want it to end any time soon... Review or PM and ask me to make it longer if you want it to be and I'll think about it. Or you can just review or PM just because you want to. Or you don't have to do either... but that makes me sort of sad so please tell me your opinions through reviews and PMs!