Chapter Six:

Love and Some Verses

A/N: Please read, review and enjoy! This is a *really* short chapter and I apologize for that! Next chapter should be much longer!! Enjoy, anyway!!

Love is a dress that you made

long to hide your knees.

Love to say this to your face,

"I'll love you only,"

for your days and excitement,

What will you keep for to wear?

Someday drawing you different,

May I be weaved in your hair?

End of term exams had just come to a draw, but Ron and Hermione could still be found at Hogwarts whereas all the other students were long gone on the Hogwarts Express. It was blistering hot outside, it seemed to be one of those heated summers again as they waited holding hands in the courtyard beneath one of the vine hangings. They were looking out silently on the Hogwarts Grounds, both of their faces were frowning.

For over a month, they hadn't been having the best time of their lives to say the least. Their thoughts were constantly plagued with unanswered questions of where in the world Harry could have possibly disappeared to with Malfoy. The Slytherin's pretended like nothing was wrong, but they cornered the two Gryffindor's in empty corridors whenever they could to ask questions of their whereabouts. Ron and Hermione were beginning to understand that they were sincere in their own search for Malfoy, but they couldn't help them one bit.

"Hermione, Ron," Remus approached them solemnly, but there was a small hint of a smile in the corner of his lips. He looked a lot more worn out than usual, and it wasn't even around a full moon. It was just because of Harry being missing for so long, he was beginning to worry.

"Hullo Professor," Hermione tried her best to smile, but it didn't reach her eyes as Ron tightened his grip on her hand.

"Did you remember to bring the Map?" Remus asked, Ron merely took out the folded piece of parchment and nodded. "Perfect, lets get going then shall we?" he motioned towards the nearly empty castle where the two Gryffindors began to trudge inside.

They were making their way silently to the dungeons, where Professor Snape was waiting impatiently with the bottled vial of the Locator's Potion, when Remus stopped then outside the door. The two teenagers looked up at him with sorrowful expressions as he placed his hand on both of their shoulders comfortingly.

"We'll find him. This'll tell us exactly where we need to go," Remus assured them, they merely smiled up at him but he understood that they couldn't completely believe him.

They entered the empty classroom, and Snape was hovering over his desk as his attention snapped up to the three who had just entered. "Late, as always," Snape grumbled and then sat down in his chair, crossing his arms and eyeing the three who approached him.

"Is everything set?" Hermione asked, the Potions Master glared at her but nodded slightly.

"Lets do this then, hand me the Map Ron," Remus took the Map and took out his wand to point to it. He took a deep breath and held out his hand to Severus who automatically handed him the Potion that was a dark maroon colour.

"Locus erus," Remus said, and a purple light came from the tip of his wand and hit the Marauder's Map, lying disengaged on Snape's desk now. The werewolf quickly downed the potion and immediately began to feel a pull at his naval, almost like a portkey. He was quickly ushered to a seat nearby at one of the students desks, he closed his eyes and felt a quill being pushed into his hand.

He concentrated as hard as he could on all memories and sensations that meant 'Harry', he searched for that person he knew. He searched and searched, and then he found. He felt his presence inside of himself, and Remus reached out to grab him but for some reason he was out of reach. With his eyes closed, it was as if he could almost see him, but not quite.

Remus was suddenly jolted from his head and back into his body fully, he snapped his eyes open and his grip on the quill tightened as three curious pairs of eyes looked at him. "I found him," he said, Ron and Hermione breathed with relief.

"So? Where is Potter then?" Snape urged on, just as eager to retrieve the boy.

"I-I don't know, I tried to pull him towards me but...it was like...he wouldn't budge, he wouldn't come," Remus said confusedly, shaking his head and furrowing his eyebrows.

"Wouldn't come? Can he do that, just ignore the Spell?" Hermione turned to Severus who scowled lightly.

"There are only two reasons why the Potion and Spell could not work. One of them being that the one you are trying to locate is dead, and this is not the case because we would have heard news from the Dark Lord about that by now for he would have noticed due to their connection. The second option, is that the person whom the caster is attempting to locate does not wish to be found," Severus was looking down at Remus, who was still thinking to himself.

"What? That's not possible! Why wouldn't Harry want to be found, of course he does!" Ron bellowed angrily, his fists clenched as Hermione placed a comforting hand on his back although she was equally bewildered, "You must've brewed it wrong!" he spat accusingly at Snape who scowled at him.

"Don't be foolish, of course I didn't. Maybe there's more to Potter than you know, now I think Professor Dumbledore needs to hear about this," Snape snapped and then he strode from the room without anymore words.

"R-Remus?" Hermione stuttered, sitting down beside the older man who turned to her with an unreadable expression. "Did you find anything else out?"

"No, it's just...it doesn't add up," he shook his head.

"What? What is it?" Ron urged.

"I found him and I got this overwhelming sense of happiness..."

The sun was setting and the two boys were more than content to just sit and watch it. They were leaning against a tree, a small fire burning in front of them as their fox meat cooked on a stick overtop of it. Harry was stroking the Chimaera egg that they had retrieved yesterday, he seemed unable to take it out of his hands since then.

They hadn't spoken much to each other, especially after the kissing. And whenever they would touch, Harry almost jumped out of his skin. Draco couldn't help but smirk at this, he adored how nervous Harry got sometimes in comparison to how forward some of his previous actions were.

Draco had quickly come to terms with his sudden feelings for the brunette. He understood he liked him, but how much was the question he didn't really bother himself with. He was happy with him, and that's all that mattered. And it seemed that Harry was quite happy with him as well.

"So what do you say? Two more weeks?" Harry suddenly asked, putting aside the egg on his cloak which was folded on the ground beside him.

"At the most," Draco nodded, reaching forward to turn the fox meat on its stick.

"That's no so bad then," Harry said, but he was frowning slightly. Draco immediately caught his thoughts and scooched closer to him, his arm slung around Harry's shoulder and pulled the brunette. Harry didn't protest, but he blushed deeply.

"Harry, whatever happens when we get back you do know that it won't change a thing, right?" Draco said, his breath ghosting on Harry's ear as he leaned in quickly to kiss him on the cheek.

Harry started at that but quickly relaxed into the other boy, he rested his head on Draco's shoulder and found his hand sitting idly on the others knee. "Draco...what is this?" Harry asked slowly, unsurely.

"Does it need a name?" he responded softly, his other hand found its way onto Harry's and he clasped their fingers together tightly. "Listen lets not worry about it now, dinners ready," Draco swiftly untucked his arm from around Harry and reached out to get at their food.

"No, no it doesn't," Harry whispered to himself smiling, "It doesn't need a name," and then he shrugged it off and joined Draco in eating their freshly caught dinner.

Love and some verses you hear

Say what you can't say,

Love to say this in your ear,

"I'll love you that way"

from your changing contentments,

What will you choose for to share?

Someday drawing you different,

may I be weaved in your hair?