Harry slumped in his chair and cradled his head in his hands. It had been two days since that night he spent with Draco. Two days since he started feeling like he royally screwed up. He knew he needed to break things off with Draco for a bit, but he didn't know how long that would be. At first he felt free, liberated, happy to be able to go off and live his life the way he wanted. Yes, he always wanted to have a family of his own and a home to go to at night. He wanted that one person who would love him until the end of time, that person he would spend his life with. Harry had all that and he threw it away.

Since Draco told him that one fateful night he was pregnant and they were to be fathers, Harry felt the walls closing in on him. He was 18 then, far too young to even think of being a father. Harry loved Scorpius more than anything in the world and could never have asked for a more perfect son. Harry also loved Draco in a way he never thought he could love anyone. True, he dated Ginny and loved her, but it wasn't the same as with Draco. As those years wore on and Scorpius grew older, Harry felt it only natural and right he marry Draco. The walls were like a coffin then, pressing against every plane of his body they could reach. Harry was suffocating and knew this was not what he wanted at such a young age. So he snapped. He filed for an annulment and left the man he loved broken and hurt.

Truth was, Harry missed Draco. It hurt him to leave, but he knew he would never be happy and in turn Draco would never be happy if they stayed together. Harry also knew Draco was hurting so much he followed Harry home one night. Wanting to have his cake and eat it too, Harry took advantage of this and invited Draco in with the lure of kisses and passion. He could see the belief of hope in Draco's eyes when he professed his love to Harry. Harry couldn't bring himself to say it back. He was the one who let go after all.

His head throbbed as he kept thinking about that night and everything Draco must be going through. He was beginning to feel a bit desperate to talk to Draco. Harry laid his head on his desk. Glancing at the calendar he noticed it was Thursday. Draco always came into the Ministry on Thursdays to drop off potions and pick up the new orders. Harry's head shot up and a rush of adrenalin kicked in as he hastily scribbled a note on a piece of parchment and sent it zooming off to find Draco. Maybe, just maybe, Harry could talk to the man.

xXx

Harry was absorbed in the paperwork for a case when the door to his office banged open.

"You wanted to see me Mr. Potter?" a cold drawling voice came from the doorway.

Harry looked up to see Draco standing in the doorway of his office, looking much like his father but with shorter hair and younger. Harry felt a flicker of fear run though his body as he steeled his resolve to talk to his former lover.

"Yes, please come in Draco. And close the door if you would please." Draco glared at the use of his first name but closed the door raptly and stood stiffly in the middle of the room waiting for Harry to speak.

"Please, sit down Dra- uh, Mr. Malfoy." Harry tried to keep his voice light under the penetrating cold gaze of the other man.

"No thank you. I am very busy today Potter, so if you're going to say something, say it. If not, I will be on my way." Harry could have taken venom and hate but Draco was acting as if they knew each other as mere business associates and nothing more or less. He was being treated like everyone else Draco did business with minus the more pleasant atmosphere between them.

"Right then. So how've you been?" Draco quirked an eyebrow but remained silent. "Look, I just wanted to apologize for the other night. I don't know what I was thinking, I just miss you. I'm sorry ok? I know I hurt you. Maybe I can call you or something or we could go to dinner sometime?"

"You've got to be kidding me!" Draco roared. He didn't care that the whole auror office could hear him. "Is that all I am to you now Potter? Someone you can use when it's convenient for you? You know Harry, love doesn't come easy; we were one in a million. I guess your life was too much to handle huh? You disappeared on me and then weeks later decide you need me, so you use me! Tell me, when did your heart go missing?"

Harry stood there, flabbergasted and speechless. Draco's hurt was turning into anger. The latter stood stock still with is arms crossed tightly over his chest and his nostrils flared. His eyes glinted dangerously in the light of the room. Harry tried to hold his head high as he nervously looked into Draco's eyes.

"Draco," he spoke quietly, "Please believe me when I say I'm sorry." He took a brave step forward.

"Harry, save it. The damage is done." Draco's icy demeanor froze Harry in his tracks. "You've wasted enough of my time, now if you excuse me, I have work to do." Draco turned and exited Harry's office brusquely and Harry felt his body slump in defeat as the door slam echoed in his brain. Harry grasped as his last shred of a hopeful thought when he realized he would have to see Draco when he picked up Scorpius for Rose Weasley's birthday party that weekend. It wasn't over yet, not completely.

Here we are two strangers

In a very different place

Who knows what could happen to us next

Here we are with nothing but this little spark

It's too cold outside to lay this fire to rest

A/N: This took me a bit longer than I wanted to get out. I had this idea but it wasn't working so I split it up into two chapters, only now this one happened and I never had these ideas in my head. They just kinda happened. Songs of this chapter are Now That We're Done by Metro Station and When Did Your Heart Go Missing by Rooney. The blurb at the end is from Don't You by Darren Criss.