Author's note: I feel so bad I haven't been updating any of my stories! I'll try to promise weekly updates for all of them for here on out!

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

I pushed open the door heading back to my room with Draco at my side. We stopped outside my door. I really didn't know what to say.

"Thanks…thanks for tonight." I smiled.

"It was fun." Draco smiled back.

"Well, good night." I said before whispering the password and stepping through the portrait.

"Good night." I heard him say as it swung shut.

I collapsed onto my bed staring at the ceiling. Just as I was drifting off to sleep I heard a tapping noise on my window. It was Chelsea's owl. The letter, how could I have forgotten? I'd complete forgotten that Chelsea said she'd send it. I opened the window with shaking hands and watched as the little thing hopped inside before sticking out it's leg.

"Hey, Chippers." I giggled at the name Chelsea given her when they were so much younger.

I slowly untied the letter from Chippers' leg. Grabbing a treat off my dresser I absentmindedly fed it to Chippers, who quickly flew to the owl post to rest as I carried the letter to my bed and ripped it open.

Dearest Vienna,

If you're reading this then something's happened to me. I really hope you never have to read this, but if you do well then, I'm so sorry. First off, I want to tell you that I love you. I've always loved you. You're the most amazing person in the world and the only person I can ever imagine being with. I know I'm calling you by your real name in this letter but you'll always be my little Spitfire.

Now what I want to talk to you about is harder than I ever imagined it would be. It's hard to write, even though I don't know for certain that you'll ever read this. I want you to move on, I don't want you to ruin your life mourning for me. Nothing makes me happier than you being happy. So please, don't worry about me. Wherever I am, I still love you and I still want to see you happy. Find a guy you love, even if you love him more than me, and settle down. Have a few kids, live a long happy life, and I'll see you again one day.

I love you will all my heart, Spitfire,

~Miles.

I couldn't help the tears that came like crazy. It was just like him, this letter in a way, was him.

"No Miles," I choked out. "I'm not moving on because you're coming home. You're coming home, you hear me?"

I cried myself to sleep that night and when I woke up I was still clutching the letter for dead life. I quickly folded it up before placing it in the picture frame behind the picture of the two of us sitting in my father's vineyards. Smiling at the camera without a care in the world. How long ago that was. I got ready in a daze and found myself stumbling into the Great Hall, avoiding everyone's eyes. Draco looked at me concerned.

"Something happen?" He asked me as I sat down. His best friend Blaise looked at me curiously.

"Have you been crying?" He asked me.

I didn't respond to either of them, choosing to eat my meal in silence before stumbling out of the Great Hall. I felt like I did the first time I got a hangover, only I knew I didn't drink last night. I pulled out my cell phone and dialed the number before I knew what I was doing.

"Vienna, is that you?" My father's concerned voice drifted over the line and I burst into tears.

"Daddy," I sobbed. "He's MIA."

"I know, Spitfire. I know."

"I just…I just don't know what to do!" I wailed.

"It's all going to be alright, I promise."

"How do you know?"

"I just know, baby girl, I just know."

After speaking with my Dad I felt slightly more in control of my emotions than I had before. It was still tough getting through the day and when I returned to my room I was an emotional wreck all over again.

"I can't do this."

"Can't do what?" A voice said from the doorway.

I looked up to see Draco standing there.

"This, I can't help you guys, I can't. I'm too broken to be of any good."

"That's not true."

"Draco, you'll never understand. Everyone I ever get close to, I lose."

"That's not true."

"How would you know?"

Silence.

"You don't, exactly. Somebody else should just take my place already. Anyone else would do a better job."

"Now that is just not true. Nobody else has the strength to deal with us like you do. Nobody else would even know where to begin with us, but you've already started something. I don't know what…but it's something."

"Thanks Draco."

"Anytime."

Then he was gone.

The heels I was wearing clacked against the marble floor as I made my way to the podium once again. I took a deep breath, trying to collect my thoughts.

"You guys already know my story. But do you know how I coped with everything after it happened?" I asked them. They shook their heads in response. "I didn't push the memories to the back of my mind, I didn't shut out everything that had happened. I remembered, I cried, I laughed. Sometimes it hurt so bad I thought I wasn't going to be able to take it anymore. But I got through it because instead of trying to forget them, the people I lost, I remembered them. I left myself feel the emotions that I needed to feel and it's hard at first, real hard, but it's better than just pushing those memories aside. I can talk about my mother now, without bursting into tears. I can laugh at all the funny memories of my best friend without sobbing. I can do it, I can move on but they're still there with me because I have the memories. Not as many as I wish I have but enough, enough that I know that they're always with me, standing by me. Cheering me on, crying with me, sharing my pain with me. So please, don't bury your feelings, don't push aside the memories. It just makes it hurt worse."

I looked around the room then and I saw him…there he was.

"Miles." I choked out. Then I ran at him and hugged him. He was real, he was there.