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Title: The Amourette

Author: silverXserpent

Rating: R

Disclaimer: All characters belong to JK. Rowling. No money is being made from this story in any way

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Ceineikia
Thanks for such a sweet review. And as you’ll notice, you’ve got your wish:)
love you lots.

Pila1414
Ahh. One of my prized reviewers. Thank you so much for liking my story. I’m so incredibley honored. I hope you like this new chapter, it’s quite important as you will see after you’ve read it. Since you so generously shed tears for my writing, perhaps I should AT LEAST pay for the tissue. (now I’m crying!)

Angel Lain
I know, the closet thing is so relatable. lol. You should see my closet. Well... on second thought, I’d rather you not but you get my point. :) Alex really does love Harry. It’s very sweet. I hope you liked this new chapter! thanks so much for reviewing!

Ostara
Thanks so much for reading both stories! I love you for that. The very first little ‘poem’ thing in the first chapter was written by me, but all the others are by well known artists. Both songs (the one in chapter two and the one in this chapter) is by Michael Bolton. Seriously, his songs are unbelievably perfect for Draco/Harry angst. I love his songs.

Robin the bird
YAY! You read the sequel! (mwa!) I know, it’s terrible that Reamus and Snape had to die but it had to be painful. Very painful. Enjoy this new chapter:) Thanks so much for reviewing!

bri
Glad you liked it! I’ll do my best not to disappoint you in the coming chapters!

Vasquaz
Alex is Harry’s ‘friend’ and the story is now eight years after the war. Sorry to confuse you on that bit. And I dunno, I just think Harry playing the guitar is sooooooo bleepin’ sexy.
Thanks for the review! Love ya.

LadyAna
(blushes) Actually, I didn’t right the song. I forgot to stick in the little credit at the end. It’s Michael Bolton’s song (the one in this chapter is too). He’s a great musician. His songs are so touching. Thanks for the review! (Dances around too). I really hope you like this chap! kisses!

Parvati
Yes, it’s eight years post-war. Harry never got to go into seventh year because of the war. Thanks a bunch for reviewing:)

Kyle-Brofloski3
Alex is cool, yes. Very loving and sweet. Martins kick major booty. I have one although I can’t play it. Doesn’t that suck? And it’s friggen expensive too. I only have it cuz my dad’s friend gave it to me for a present. Ehe.
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Here it is! An update! I hope you enjoy it!
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Kylia Nahimana
Hey. You’re a cool person. And who says strange is bad? Heck, I’m definately strange. I hope I answered your question about Harry ‘running into Draco’. Technically they don’t ‘run into each other’ but it happens all the same:) Thanks so much for your wonderful and juicy reviews:) Feels so good to read them.

[Chapter Three] Lost Love, Never Forgotten

It's only my heart, breakin' inside me
It's only love, that's all it is
I won't beg, I won't plead
Won't get down on my knees for you
It's only my heart, it's only my heart

It was the sudden shrill ringing, coming from his pocket, that awoke Harry, who had dozed off on the living room sofa with the telly on.

Giving a surprised yelp, he tumbled off the sofa and with fumbling hands, rummaged around in his pockets for the source of the noise.

He pulled out a small black mobile and jabbed the on button hastily.

“Hello? Harry Evans her-”

“Harry, mate! It’s me!” a familiar and overly loud voice said.

Immediately, the nervous look disappeared from Harry’s face and with a smile he rolled his eyes.

“Hey Ron. Long time.”

“Yeah... Harry, listen. Er- we need you to come down here right now. It’s really important.... Pat’s specifically asking for you...”

Harry furrowed his brows. “What is it? What’s wrong? Was it another attack?”

“Uh- no. It wasn’t an attack.... but.... I-I’m sorry mate. I can’t say anything over the phelly...”

“All right, well I’ll be there in like.... fifteen minutes. Tell Pat that.” Harry sighed, looking at his watch.

“Okay Harry. I’ll see you in a bit.”

Harry hung up and put the phone back into his pocket.

Something from the tone of Ron’s voice made him feel anxious.

He grabbed his coat and car keys, slipped on his shoes, and headed out into the cold air.

And Pat? He usually doesn’t come down here unless it’s really serious business... Harry thought uneasily as he got into his car. And why is he specifically asking for me?

It wasn’t unusual for Ron to call him, for lately there had been a series of attacks all around Britain and the Ministry had concluded that they had everything to do with the Death Eaters who escaped after the War.

Harry knew so, for he remembered Dumbledore’s words from that day eight years ago. And it also wasn’t a surprise that the top suspect on the Ministry’s list was Draco Malfoy.

There wasn’t a soul in the wizarding world that believed him to be innocent, and Draco Malfoy had given them no reason to think otherwise. His family, his past, his name, it was all so buried into darkness that there was no way he couldn’t be behind all the attacks.

It had taken Harry years to be able to keep from closing his eyes everytime he passed the bulletin board at the Auror’s headquarters, for an old picture of Draco was pinned there with a blood red stamp dashed across it that read, ‘TOP SUSPECT’.

Now though, he’d gotten used to it and to the fact that any day, the former Slytherin, and son of Lucius Malfoy, could be found and arrested and taken to Azkaban.

When he got to the Auror’s headquarters, which was located in between two rundown antique shops in the center of Guildford, he saw that Ron was waiting for him behind the foggy glass doors of the building.

Harry parked his car quickly and hurried to where is friend was.

“I’m here.” Harry said, shutting the door behind him. “So what is it?”

Ron’s eyes didn’t meet Harry’s and he coughed.

“Pat’s waiting... we should head up.”

Slightly annoyed, Harry followed Ron up a flight of old creaky wooden stairs and down a dark and dank hallway lit by a few flickering lamps.

The door to the main office stood ajar and Harry could hear voices speaking somewhat excitedly from inside.

Ron looked at Harry once before pushing the door fully open and stepping into the office.

“Ah, Harry! We’ve been waiting for you.” Pat, a sturdy-bodied middle aged man with sharp eyes and graying hair, called out smiling.

“Hi Pat.” Harry greeted before glancing around the room.

All the Auror’s from division two (his division) were there. Hermione, Dean, Dennis, and Ron.

He shot Hermione a grin but for some reason, Hermione didn’t return it. Instead, she smiled weakly and then shifted her gaze to Pat.

“Alright, so let’s get this meeting started and I’ll cut right to the grub.” Pat snatched a thick folder from the table behind him and brandished it in front of everyone. “Yesterday, a few of our Auror’s from division four got wind of information about the whereabouts of a Death Eater. They immediately went to investigate but by the time they got there, he was gone. We checked the house and discovered numerous articles and objects related highly to the Dark Arts which proves that this was indeed the house of a Dark Wizard.”

“Did you find any clues as to where this Death Eater might have gone?” Dean asked, taking a sip of his coffee.

Pat frowned. “Actually, we didn’t. But he can’t have gone far because he left everything behind. Including his wand.”

Shocked looks went over everyone’s faces.

“He left his wand?” Dennis said disbelievingly.

“I suppose it was too risky for him.” Pat said. “One wrong move and we’d be able to track him down.”

Dean’s eyes narrowed suspiciously. “But how could he have escaped so quickly?”

Pat sighed and rubbed his hand over his chin.

“Well, either he’s some sort of seer, which I highly doubt, or someone from our side tipped him off. There’s no other way.”

Harry stared at Pat, completely confused. He decided to speak up.

“So how are we going to find him and arrest him?” he pointed at the folder Pat was holding.

Pat gave a tired grunt and held out the folder to Harry. “Well, the thing is, we can’t officially ‘arrest’ him because we’ve got no proof of him actually taking part in the attacks. We’d have to do some questioning first. Perhaps some Veritaserum, but personally I’d say his name is enough proof to land him a lifetime in Azkaban. I mean, look what his father has done already.”

Harry nodded and took the folder. He was about to open it when Hermione let out a sudden squeak.

Everyone looked up at her bewildered and she blushed furiously.

“Um, Harry? Like Pat said, we don’t have any proof of course, and you know that. I’m sure-”

Ron interrupted. “I agree. No one’s ever witnessed him doing anything so we can’t really say-”

“That’s enough. You all know perfectly well that he’s nothing but a filthy traitor that jumped over to the Dark Side as soon as he saw that You-Know-Who was defeated. I don’t see why you two always try to stick up for him.” Pat’s eyes hardened. “Unless it’s either of you that’s sending him information about us? Perhaps you’re spies? ARE YOU?”

“No!” Hermione stammered desperately. “Of course not!”

“We’d never-”

“Then shut the hell up.”

“Sorry Pat...”

Both Ron and Hermione gazed down at their feet in embarrassment, which made Harry feel very unsettled in the pit of his stomach.

Slowly, he opened the folder and forced himself to look at the papers.

The heavy folder slipped to the floor with a loud thump and the papers within flew in every direction.

“Fuck! Watc, Ha, Harry!” shouted Pat angrily.

Harry’s mouth just fell open and a dazed look went over his eyes, as if he was going to pass out any second.

He leaned against the wall and closed his eyes.

“Harry! Are you okay?” Hermione screeched. She ran over to him and tapped his cheek sharply. “Harry?”

Harry opened his eyes again and gulped.

Pat continued to glare at Harry as he bent down to pick up the scattered papers. “What’s the matter with you Harry?”

He finally managed to steady his breathing and shook his head.

“I- I’m sorry... I g-guess I just feel a bit sick or something... might be coming down with a cold....”

Pat paused. “You need to go to St. Mungo’s?”

“N-no. I’m fine. I’ll just take some potion when I get back h-home.”

“Good, because we need you here right now. Well actually, it was Albus Dumbledore’s wish that you come tonight. Didn’t say why but I reckon it’s because you’re one of the top Auror’s here...” a fatherly smile crossed Pat’s face and he walked over to Harry. “And that’s why I’m making you commander of this case. I’m trusting that you’ll find him in no time.”

“I- I don’t know Pat... maybe Dean would be better with this one... I mean... he’s a great Auror-” Harry tried.

But Pat just kept on smiling. “You deserve this spot. And Dean just got done with that one case up in Paris. You shouldn’t be so modest.”

Harry’s mouth opened and closed silently. He didn’t know what to say.

“Right.” Pat thumped him on the shoulder and turned to face the rest of the Auror’s in the room. “So any news, sightings, anything about Draco Malfoy, will be reported to me immediately. We’ve got to be extra careful with this one. He might lure us into a trap if we don’t keep our heads up. Dennis, I want you to take these files back to the Ministry and to look over. They might be able to help us out. Everyone else, just be on the look out. End of meeting.”

Everyone nodded and then began leaving the office one by one.

“Later Harry.” Dean waved, grinning.

“Yeah, and congrats on getting the job as commander.” Dennis threw him a thumbs up and they exited after Pat.

Soon, he, Ron, and Hermione were the only one’s in the room.

There was an unbroken silence for a while. Hermione, her arms crossed and biting her lip nervously, and Ron standing with his hands behind his back and fidgeting his shoe against the worn carpet on the floor.

Finally, Harry heaved a sigh and rubbed his hands over his eyes.

“I knew this would come someday but.... I guess part of me didn’t want it to.... you know?”

Hermione looked up, her eyes brimming with sympathy.

“We know Harry.... we know.” she whispered softly. “We tried to convince Pat not to get you involved but for some reason Dumbledore was insistent on getting you to come so.... there was nothing we could do.”

“Yeah, believe me. I went to see Dumbledore myself but he wouldn’t explain anything to me. Kinda weird.” Ron said frowning. “Do you think he knows something we don’t?”

“I don’t think so Ron. I mean, Dumbledore wouldn’t keep silent about something that important. These attacks that are happening are really serious.” Hermione said.

Harry put up his hands. “You guys, I’m cool with it. I was just shocked a little cuz I mean, he’s been missing for eight years and no one’s ever been able to find him.”

Ron furrowed his brows and glanced uneasily at Hermione and Harry.

“But how do you think he found out about the Aurors? I mean, Pat’s right. He couldn’t have heard of it if it wasn’t someone telling him.”

“Who though? Who would ever do that? Do you suppose we have a spy of theirs on our side?” Hermione asked worriedly.

“There’s got to be someone that’s doing it. We just can’t figure out who.”

Harry cleared his throat. “You guys? I- I’m going to head home. Sorry.... just a bit tired...” he smiled apologetically and began moving towards the door. “Call me if anything happens alright?”

Hermione gave him a tight hug and kissed him on the cheek.

“Of course Harry. And don’t get yourself down about this whole thing okay? It’ll be fine.”

She let go of him and then Ron gave him a friendly hug too.

“Yeah, no worries mate. We’ll give you a ring on the phelly-”

“Phone, Ronald.” Hermione butted in.

Ron rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah. Whatever.” he looked back at Harry again. “We’ll give you a ring on the phone if we hear anything. Good?”

Harry smiled. “Sounds good. Well, ‘night you two. I’ll talk to you soon.”

“Good night Harry.”

“ ‘night Harry.”

Harry quickly walked out of the room let out a deep breath before heading down the stairs and out the doors.

Draco..... Harry found himself thinking to himself. After all these years..... He kicked the curb in frustration and yanked the car door open and got in.

He slammed the door shut and then slumped against the steering wheel with his eyes closed.

God... today is SO not my day.... He rested his chin on his arms and tried to stamp out the swirling emotions in his chest. It’s nothing. I’m just shocked.... that’s all....

He turned the keys in and revved up the engine.

Pat’s right. He’s just another traitor who chose the Dark Side..... he deserves Azkaban after all those attacks....

The rest of the ride back to his home, he kept trying to convince himself that he wasn’t really affected by the news that Draco had suddenly been sighted after eight long years, and that he wanted nothing more then to turn him over to the Ministry if they managed to find him again. But inside, a part of him hoped that it wouldn’t be him that ended up catching Draco. He didn’t think he could stay sane if he came face to face with the man.

Once he got back into his flat, he turned on the stereo full blast, despite the late hours. He felt that some good music would be able to distract him from his shaken up state.

Unfortunately, the usual radio channel that he frequently listened to was playing a series of slow love songs that did anything but distract him.

“URGH!” he moaned exasperatedly and fell backwards onto the couch with a defeated ‘flump’. God is surely being cruel to me on purpose. He thought furiously.

He found his mind drifting away as the mournful song swept him over and caressed his aching heart. I really don’t need this right now.... he tried to protest to his mind.

The song faded and then the radio host gave a sigh and a soft chuckle.

‘We all have those painful loves, we all have those heartbreaks that we’re trying to get over... love..... such a strong word. Some of us, like me, never really learn the true meaning of it. I’ve got an email here for a request... from a miss Amy Newcomb. She wants to dedicate a song to her ex-boyfriend. It’s called ‘It’s Only My Heart’ by Michael Bolton, another wonderful artist with amazing breakup songs. Well miss Newcomb, here it is. ‘It’s Only My Heart’...’

‘I've been down, I've been weak
And I've lost enough sleep over you
It's gonna take me some time
But I've made up my mind
I'll get through’

“Damn right I have.” Harry muttered halfheartedly.

‘I'm gonna learncarrcarry on now
'Cause I'm determined to be strong now
Don't worry, don't worry
It's gonna be alright
Don't worry, don't worry
It's not the end of my life’

Harry snorted. “HA. Like I would let something like that tear my life apart.”

‘It's only my heart, breakin' inside me
It's only love, that's all it is
I won't beg, I won't plead
Won't get down on my knees for you
It's only my heart, it's only my heart’

“Fneh...” was the only objection he could utter.

‘I'm not missing your touch
I don't hurt half as much as before
If I call you I swear
It don't mean that I care anymore
Just keep your love 'cause I don't need it
Wish I could make myself believe it
Don't worry, don't worry
Don't you be concerned
Don't worry, don't worry
It's not the end of my world’

Harry pulled a pillow over his face and wrapped his arms around it to shut out the music.

“God dammit.” hid qid quietly. “God dammit. Fuck my life.”

His heart was clenching madly and he felt like curling up into a ball and hugging himself to wall out the sickening feeling he was getting in his stomach. I can’t be doing this right now....

He was supposed to be completely over everything. Hell, he was supposed to have forgotten his past. He was supposed to have thrown away all the things that pained his heart so much. They were supposed to be long gone and he was supposed to be living peacefully without any disturbances.

What’s going to happen to me? Harry asked himself miserably. Just give me a fucking sign so I can get on with my fucking life....

At that moment, there was a loud knocking on his front door. He yelped and bit his tongue by accident.

“FUCK!” he bellowed loudly, tears creeping up into his eyes. “OW that fucking hurt!”

He grabbed a tissue from the coffee table and stuffed it into his mouth to stop the bleeding.

The banging came again and he got up from the sofa rather annoyed, and stomped over to the front door.

“What time do you think the hell it is? You’ll pay if you hurt my door-” he yanked open the door violently and got a blast of icy air in his face. “What do you wan-” his mouth dropped open.

There in front of him, stood Draco Malfoy. His eyes closed and his face a deathly pale. The next second, the blonde collapsed to the floor and Harry threw out his hand just in time before he hit the hard floor.

“Holy shit....” he managed weakly as he held the cold and frail body at a distance from his own. Draco seemed to have fainted and he was currently unconscious.

Hesitating only for a moment, he dragged the man through the doorway and into the warm living room. Draco was so light that he could have been dragging a bag full of sawdust for all the difference it made. The blonde didn’t look healthy at all. There were bags under his eyes and he was gaunt looking. It shocked Harry immensely.

Harry lifted the body effortlessly and carried him the rest of the way to his bedroom where he laid him on his bed and pulled the warm duvet up to his chin. When he finally was able to think clearly, he stepped back in sudden realisation and nearly stumbled over the guitar still lying on the floor.

Letting out a sharp gasping breath, he practically ran from the bedroom and back to the living room.

This can’t be happening. This can’t be real. Harry’s brain yelled desperately. This is a fucking nightmare.

I’ve gotta call Pat. I’ve gotta tell him about this.

He reached into his pocket with shaking hands and retrieved his mobile.

Wait. Don’t do anything rash just yet. You’re not calm.

He let his mobile fall with a clunk to the ground. He didn’t even notice.

You should call Hermione first. She’ll know what to do.

He propped his elbows onto his knees and buried his face in his hands.

You have a fucking Death Eater in your house. Sleeping in your bed. You could be dead tomorrow morning. His conscience shouted.

Then let him kill me. I don’t bloody care.

With a groan, he punched the cushions and fell back onto them, unshed tears threatening to escape his eyes.

You’ll call Hermione first thing tomorrow morning.

He nodded sile to to himself and closed his eyes, willing his mind to fall asleep so that he could forget everything and deal with the problem on his hands tomorrow.

I’m doomed, were his last helpless thoughts as he fell into a dreamless sleep, hoping that time would stop and the next morning would not come.

So tell me. Good chapter? or bad chapter? Review please:)
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