The war was over. Voldemort has lost. Everything seemed so right, so peaceful. Of course we lost many many loved ones, but they are still with us, in our hearts where their memories will forever live on. Perfect right? No.

When everything was over Harry looked for him. He looked everywhere, but never found him. No one knew where the Malfoy's ran off to.

For months Harry was depressed and alone. On an outside he was a hero and he had won, but on the inside he lost.

He attended the weddings, parties, funerals, anything he was invited to, which was practically any and everything, alone. Nothing upset him more than the fact that he was all by himself while everyone else was happily married or in love. He himself is still very much in love, but he's all alone.

He asked himself every day, "Where could he be?" Never once did the thought of him being dead cross his mind. He couldn't afford to think that way. Hermione told him to just move on, but he'd ask her how she would feel if Ron suddenly disappeared. She would sit in silence each time. She didn't understand. No one did.

Draco wondered about Harry every day for year. He and his family went into hiding. His father was on a list to be sent directly to Azakban.

Of course, it's just like him to have us suffer because he's a bloody coward. I'm just like him. Aren't I? Pathetic.

After months of questioning himself he finally left. In the middle of the night, he packed a small bag with clothes, money, his wand and other things he'd need. He left everything else, including a note that read;

I'm done with you. You're not a father to me.

Don't look for me. -Draco

He didn't know where'd he go or do from that point. He searched the following year for Harry. No one seemed to know where he was. Not even Granger err- Weasley now.

After that he gave up hope of ever finding him. But every day and night his necklace still glowed.

Another year passed Harry had been touring the world out on his own. Draco believe it or not has been living amongst the muggles. He was in college majoring in medicine. He planned on becoming a doctor and opening his practice. Harry had no future plans. He just lived life in the moment. He loved it, but he was sad and alone. None of the random blokes he shagged were invited back to his flat after the first "date". He hadn't planned on going back to the wizarding world where everyone praised him and treated him like a hero. He felt he was nothing of the sort.

One night he walked into a pub, sat at the bar and sighed heavily. This day was one he always dreaded, amongst a few others; the day he met Draco, the day he gave him the ring, their first date, their first kiss, shag etc, but this one he hated the most, their anniversary. He'd spend this night crying and getting drunk off his arse. This night was no different than the others.

"Whiskey please."

"Here alone?" The red haired bartender asked as she poured him a shot

"Mhm."

"Want another?"

"Mhm."

"Nice ring. What is that a lion and a snake? Creative. Did uhh your girlfriend give it to you?"

"No." He laughed, "My boyfriend gave it to me a few years ago. My ex-boyfriend ."

"And you still wear it although you've broken up? You must really love him."

"I do."

"Do you mind if I asked what happened?"

He sighed and looked down at his hand

"If you don't want to talk about it…"

"No it's fine. A lot of stuff happened where I'm from, it's hard to explain. His family left and I never found him. I looked for years and yeah …"

"Wow. I'm sorry. I have to go help this other costumer. Don't leave."

A blonde man walked in and sat 3 stools away from Harry. He wore blue scrubs and necklace.

"What can I get you handsome?"

"Whiskey please."

"How are you tonight?"

"Fabulous." He said flatly

"Your necklace looks a lot like that man's ring over there." She pointed to Harry.

Draco turned his head and saw a head of dark shaggy hair. His eyes widened. He shook his head and repeated to himself, "It can't be him."

"Harry? Harry potter?"

Harry turned to his head to find Draco standing behind him. He dropped his drink. "Dr-raco? H-how? What? Where did you come from?"

"Merlin Potter you still stutter when you talk to me. I guess that means something."

"Shove off Malfoy." They laughed

An awkward silence filled the area

"How, umm how have you been?" Harry broke the ice

"You're seriously asking me how I've been after nearly 3 years without you?"

"I … um figured you moved on."

"Still thinking for everyone I see. Here take this." He took off his necklace and handed it to him. "Well what are you waiting for? Put it back on me."

"You're still in love with me."

"Now more than ever."

"My turn."

"I know you still love me. I don't need the ring to prove it."

"Still cocky I see." He said with a smirk

"Shut up Potter."

"Oh! Would you guys kiss already?!"

One year later;

" Do you, Draco Malfoy, take thee, Harry Potter, to be your lawful wedded Husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love, cherish, till death you do part?"

"I do."

"And Do you, Harry Potter , take thee, Draco Malfoy , to be your lawful wedded Husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love, cherish, till death you do part?"

"I do."

"By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you man and husband. You may now kiss your partner."

Two years after their wedding they adopted an American wizard daughter named Clarissa. She was 11 when they got her. She was very smart like Hermione, but strange like Luna and very loving and sarcastic like her fathers.

Draco never reunited with his family. Harry nudged him to, but he never wanted to. He always said, "It's for the best." Other than that everything was perfect. They were happy. Nothing in the world could change they felt about each other.