This is the second chapter in a fanfic i am currently writing. i am sorry it took a while to get out. i have just started college and so have been settling in, but if people show interest then i will work hard to finish this fanfic.

This chapter is from Draco's POV and follows him just after he read his letter from Harry.

Please Enjoy.

I own nothing, but plot.

As Draco sat alone in the Slytherin dorms he re-read his letter for the millionth time.

His Harry who was now gone. Everyone else was at breakfast. Because they could continue their lives, as if they hadn't attended the funeral of Harry last night. As if it wasn't all their faults that he had done what he did.

And it was. Harry had even said in his letter that it was because of the pressure that had been placed upon him, not only by Dumbledore, whom Harry idled and looked up to, but also by his classmates, his so-called "friends". Including his 'best friends'; Hermione and Ron. Draco was angry. He was angry at Hermione. He was furious with Ron. He hated Dumbledore. But mostly, he resented himself.

If only he had been a better boyfriend. If only he had noticed how Harry was feeling, instead of being mad at Harry for being cold with him. If only…

He knew it was wrong, and it went against what Harry would have wanted, said he wanted. Draco decided the first time he read those words, he would not tell Ron and Hermione about Harry's letter.

It was their fault and they should suffer, well at least half as much as he.

If only they had been better friends and picked up on his signals. They shouldn't have encouraged him into being the Chosen one. What kind of best friend doesn't pick up on their friend's suicidal thoughts.

But then again, what type of boyfriend doesn't? …

The blonde let out a sigh as he watched Hogwarts shrink away. Draco was sat alone in a carriage. He was leaving Hogwarts for the last time. He was saying goodbye to the one place he and Harry had both known peace. He and Harry had made plans for after Hogwarts. In Harry Draco had a future, he could see happiness. But what now? What was he to do without Harry by his side? Both boys had decided that once they left Hogwarts they get a place together somewhere in the muggle country. Neither had had great experience's within the magic world and so together they were going to say goodbye. Leave it all behind and start a fresh. Together they would make a new life, a happy life together.

They wanted to start a family, with a dog. They wanted the lot. Harry and Draco had discussed adoption and decided they would adopt two children, a daughter and a son; Scarlet and Jasper. They would be brought up with as just as much love, even more, than an "orthordox" family with a mum and a dad. Harry and Draco wanted to provide them with what they did not have as children.

Harry and Draco had decided on nearly every little detail; even the town in which they would move.

But Harry had to go spoil it! He had to go do something so… stupid. So selfish.

Draco was pulled back into reality as the train stopped and Blaise, along with Pansy, came to retrieve him. Barely any words were spoken between them, and fewer came from Draco.

Out on the platform, all around him, all Draco could see was people, classmates, being greeted with welcoming embraces and warm smiles by loved ones.

Everyone but him.

He was alone. This is not how it was suppose to be though. He was meant to he here with Harry, with his Harry. They were meant to be here together.

That's when Draco decided, with or without Harry, he had made plans. He was to take his savings and buy a nice little place out in the country. Just as planned.