Harry didn't come back after that night. He did make me happy and I haven't been happy in the longest while.

"Draco, dear?" The creak of my door being opened snapped my head up to see my mother walking in. "Can we talk?"

I didn't respond, but she sat on the edge of my bed anyways. "Let's talk about Harry."

"What about him?"

"He's isn't real, love. You need to forget him."

My nose scrunched up in denial. "He is real! He kissed me and I felt it!"

"He what?" Her eyes widen and she cleared her throat. "I see..." she mumbled and stood back up, exiting out of the room without another word to be said.