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I miss Draco more than anything, and it's only because I know that what I'm doing is helping him that I can stay away. I know he's strong, I know he's safe with the Order, but I'm still scared, so scared, that he'll be hurt, and it will be my fault. Every day I wake up thinking I'm still with him, I'll still be able to wrap my arms around him and run my fingers through his hair, and look into his eyes and tell him I love him.

I wouldn't blame him if he forgets me. I don't blame him for probably wanting to. I left him, I promised I wouldn't, but I did and I'm sure I killed him. Each day I want to owl him, send him a patronus, make smoke signals, anything to let him know that I'm here, and that I'm alright.

I know it's selfish, but I hope they keep him off the front lines. I have Ron and Hermione here with me, so at least I can do something to make sure they're not hurt, but I feel so helpless with Draco. I know I'm doing what's right, but it's so hard.

One day, I can't handle it. I ask Hermione, and she grudgingly accepts to apparate me without telling Ron. She doesn't approve, but she'll helps me anyways. We arrive at Grimmauld Place, and I sneak inside. I make sure not to trip, incase I set off Sirius' mom's portrait. I figure he'll be in the room I used to have, or at least I hope he will. I hope he'll want to feel near me, not escape from me.

I'm very relieved to find that he's in that room. I open the door, and walk quietly up to the bed. And there he is, the beautiful boy I haven't seen in months, with his hair mussed up and looking adorable and fantastic. My heart jumps in my throat and I choke back a cry when I realize he's sleeping with my old shirt on.

"Draco?" I whisper, but he doesn't stir. I realize I don't want him to. I gently slip under the covers next to him, and slide my arms around him like I've been itching to for so long. I needed this, just to see him, to touch him, to make sure he's okay.

I know I have to leave, but I can't help but leave a note. I think he needs to know I'm okay too.

When Draco wakes up the next morning, I hope he's happy when he finds the note. I hope he has some faint memory of me holding him, maybe even just smelling me in the sheets, anything to comfort him. I hope he keeps my note to him.

"Dear D, We'll be okay. Love, H."

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