~*~*Draco's POV*~*~

Dear Draco Malfoy,

I know that you're probably wondering where I went. I know that I was supposed to stay in the room. I couldn't though because you have a lot to deal with. I'm not mad.

I forced you into this position and I can't be angry or disappointed by it. I'm not even feeling that but I thought you should know. This isn't because of your mission, it's because of mine. No, I'm not talking about trying to stop you.

Draco I love you and I don't wish to force you into a position where you blame yourself for what happens. I've seen you doing that enough and it's made me decide to do this on my own. I will see you again even though I'm not sure when.

For now it's goodbye and I'm writing this letter because I can't face you. It's cowardly and stupid and I'm sorry.

Forever Yours
Harry

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I felt my heart shatter inside of me as I folded the letter again. Longbottom had told me he was packing his things so I didn't think much of asking for the cloak. I knew now that he was going to use it to avoid me. I didn't exactly understand why Harry had been so cryptic in his letter and it only made me worry about his so-called mission.

Blaise nudged my shoulder and I shoved the letter into my pocket. We took our things to the station and boarded the train. I noticed Ronald carrying Harry's things with him and felt a little relieved that Harry was with his friends. That relief was quickly crushed when Ronald told me Harry was supposed to be with me.

I was happy for Blaise, don't get me wrong, I was just jealous. He had Ronald there with him and he could hold him. I chose not to speak to any of them. My heart was aching because I had essentially been dumped and it was making me question everything that happened over the past year.

I eventually fell asleep but I wasn't comfortable and I was cold. I felt like someone had run their fingers through my hair. Not just anyone but Harry. I shifted but didn't fully wake up because I didn't want the feeling to go away. I figured my mind was tricking me and it was just a dream.

Memories of Harry messing with my hair, kissing me, being so happy. I was wishing for his touch and my head was delivering it while I slept. I even subtly heard his voice and I was drawn to it. An image of him smiling jumped to the front of my mind.

"Draco, wake up. Draco!"

I grumbled and opened my eyes. Pansy was leaning over me and shaking my shoulder. I wanted to hex her for waking me up and I almost did. I went to grab my wand and a slight tickle on my arm drew my attention. There was a folded paper resting gently against me with my name on it.

"It wasn't a dream." I mumbled.

"What?"

"Harry was actually here? I wasn't dreaming about it?" I asked.

Granger frowned at me. "Yes he was here."

Pansy sat down again. "That's why I woke you. I mean we argued about it but I won."

I rolled my eyes at Pansy and sat up more comfortably. My name written on the paper was in Harry's unruly handwriting. I was scared to open it and read its contents. I sighed and shoved the letter into my pocket.

"Where did he go?" I asked.

"We don't know. He had his invisibility cloak." Granger shrugged.

I had expected that response but it still hurt. I sighed and looked out of the window. My hand held onto the letter in my pocket. The rest of the ride was quiet. Granger and Pansy had stopped talking and were watching me. Blaise and Ronald had woken up at some point and decided to split.

I hated feeling like I was making them walk on eggshells but I also couldn't help what I was feeling. I noticed Ronald and Blaise looking at each other every now and again. Then I noticed Pansy take hold of Hermione's hand. My head snapped towards them and I frowned.

"When did that happen?" I asked and pointed at their hands.

The train stopped and the whistle sounded. Pansy and Granger immediately stood up and left without answering my question. Ronald took Harry's things off the train but didn't know where to leave it. I wanted to stay and watch his things but my father was already waiting for me.

*~*~*~*~*

Dear Draco Malfoy,

I hope you're not angry with me for the last letter. I hope that when I explain it properly you'll be able to forgive me.

Knowing about your mission and the idea of putting you through something worse was just something I couldn't bear. Yes, I said worse because this is worse. No, I don't mean me leaving without an explanation.

I had made my mind up a long time ago to help Tom. I was going to ask for your help even though I never fully explained why or how I was going to do it. Seeing you fight with yourself over the mission you were given... Well I couldn't ask you.

I will see you again Draco so please don't forget that. Don't blame yourself for this either. We're still connected and you will still be able to tell how I'm feeling. Please I'm begging you don't hurt yourself. Don't scratch your arm like before.

Truth be told. I'm terrified, but I'm trying to be brave for you. I know that my mission isn't going to be easy and you're going to find that out eventually. You won't know where I am but I will know where you are and I will return.

I'm really really sorry Draco.

Forever Yours
Harry

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"What's that dear?"

"Oh. Hi mother. It's a letter from someone." I shrugged.

"Someone special?" She asked and I nodded my head. "Do I know this special someone?"

"Kind of." I sighed.

"What's wrong Draco?"

I handed her the letter and flopped back onto my bed. I really wasn't interested in my parents knowing the truth anymore. It wasn't like I would actually see Harry again. Hell I didn't even know if he had decided to end the pregnancy because the way his letters sounded was like...

"Did the two of you really become more than friends?" My mother asked and set the letter down.

"Yeah. We were dating for about 5 or 6 months." I sighed.

"Does Severus know?"

"Yep."

"Are you going to go look for him?"

"Nope." I propped myself up on my elbows. "I don't even know what he is doing or where he is mom. How am I supposed to find him? Father won't let me leave and neither will Evil Tom."

My mother frowned at me. "Evil Tom?"

I dropped back onto my back. "Harry calls him that."

She patted my leg and stood up. "I'm sure that if he says he'll be okay it will all be okay."

"Mom." I paused thinking about what I should tell her. "Harry's not your average wizard. He has a creature inheritance and... I... He... He's also a Little. I'm responsible for him."

"He's survived 16 years without you Draco." My mother smiled. "I'm sure he will keep to his word."

She left and I sighed. "He's also pregnant with my kid."

I knew Harry was a strong person and he always wanted to do what was right. My room seemed so much darker and colder than I ever remembered. It had taken me a week to finally read that letter and I now felt so much worse. Harry was out there by himself. He was clearly struggling and I couldn't help.

I felt a sting in my arm and wanted to scratch it. Instead I rested my other hand over it and thought about Harry. I thought about being there with him and comforting him. I thought about holding him in my arms and falling asleep next to him.

I felt my eyes getting heavy and knew that I was getting sleepy. I could barely stay awake these days. I was so stressed and worried that I constantly tired myself out. It was like I kept hitting snooze on life. I was so depressed and emotionally exhausted. Harry needed me and I wasn't there.

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