Part two of my used-to-be oneshot! If any of you are returning readers who read this when it was just a one shot, please read the first part, I have made changes and improvements and you will understand this part better that way.

I hope you enjoy!

Harry flopped down on his bed, holding a letter close to his chest. Hermione had finally written him back, though he was scared of what she was going to say. His date was tomorrow, he wasn't going to back out no matter what.

But… it would be nice to have his friend's approval, and some advice. Hedwig hooted softly from her perch by the window. She always knew when he was distressed. He moved his head to look at her without moving his body. Her eyes always conveyed so much emotion, Harry knew he didn't imagine it no matter what Seamus said.

Right now she was telling him to get over himself. Harry shook his head with a smile on his face. Maybe he was going batty.

Harry held the letter above him, wedging his finger into the opening. He took a breath he really didn't need, and ripped it open. In his haste, he had ripped the parchment too. Harry groaned, smoothing it out. Hedwig hooted at him.

"Don't laugh at me," he muttered, eyes already flying to the page.

It sounded so much like Hermione he wanted to cry. He missed her more than he realized. He needed to write Ron soon too, though he would leave his relationship out of it. Ron wasn't a sappy guy. He wasn't Hermione, and that was who he needed.

It was her standard writing. She missed him, the Order hadn't told her anything, she was safe, she had written to Ron shortly before writing him. Then she delved into the subject he had asked about. Vampires. She agreed with him about the Cullen's and Hale's; absolutely vampires, though likely on some sort of alternative to human blood because of their eye color, probably animal blood from the game in the woods.

Harry had thought so, but to have Hermione confirm it made him feel much better.

And then she came to what he was most worried about: Jasper. He had explained his feelings to her in as much detail as he could over parchment. The...pull he felt, the calmness and joy that seemed to radiate off him that Harry had never experienced before. Jasper made him feel… content, excited, happy… like a fuzzy feeling in his chest that was pleasant and he didn't want to go away.

And Jasper was so wonderful on top of it. Attractive and funny and considerate and protective. And so… attentive. Jasper could tell when he was in pain, and made sure Harry took care of himself, even if it was small things like making sure he ate during lunch and asking how he was feeling and how he slept. Harry wondered if it was possible to fall in love with someone in a week. The thought scared him, but it felt...right.

Hedwig hooted again. Harry started. The letter had fallen on his chest. He had been staring at the ceiling for who knew how long. He picked the letter back up again.

From what I found about vampiric and wizarding relationships, vampires have a 'mate' which they are best suited to. There isn't much research behind it because of vampires separating themselves so much. I don't like the lack of understanding, at least Trelawney had some sort of magical theory behind Divination. The best I could find was one witch in 1924 who claimed to have a vampire mate who she felt pulled to like nothing else. Since vampires don't have the allure that veela's do, it was easily confirmed he didn't force her into anything. She left her husband for the vampire, and had willingly undergone the transformation to be with him forever. An interview by the Daily Prophet in 1978 said they were still happily together, but the romance column of any newspaper is fantastical and dramatic.

My guess is that you are his mate, Harry. I don't know what that means for you or the war. But you don't have to be with him if you don't want to. But keep your happiness in mind. You deserve it.

Stay safe, Harry. I miss you.

-Hermione Jean Granger

Harry snorted quietly at her signature. Always so formal about penmanship. But he couldn't care much about it right now. Even though Hermione was skeptical about the magic, Harry knew what he felt.

Harry slid off his bed to stand next to his owl's perch. "This is going to be interesting, eh Hedwig?" He spoke, gently rubbing behind her wing. She snuggled into his arm and nibbled on his other hand. I hope Jasper doesn't like the taste of owls, he thought with a laugh.

"If you're going to vomit, do it outside." Edward called from the piano. Jasper bared his teeth at him. Edward didn't even look his way.

Jasper knew it was impossible, but his stomach did feel twisted in knots. He looked at his phone for the umpteenth time in the last five minutes. Harry's address was still there, with a 'See you soon' and a winky face. Jasper was picking him up in thirty-seven minutes, but it only took twenty-one from his house -he had checked- and he wasn't sure what to do with himself while he waited. He had been ready for over two hours. Would it be creepy to wait outside Harry's house? Would it be creepier if he was exactly on time?

"Jasper, you're going to do great," Alice called from her bedroom. Jasper smiled, though she couldn't see it. Would Harry like where they were going? Would he find it weird when Jasper ordered food but didn't eat any of it? Should he even order food? Of course he had to order food, it would definitely be weird if he didn't, but what if-"

"Jas." Edward was next to him. Jasper halted for the first time in twenty-eight minutes. "Harry is your mate, and he is clearly into you. If you keep this up you are going to overthink everything and that is going to be what messes you up. He likes you, you'll be okay," he said slowly. Jasper nodded reluctantly.

A thought occurred to him. Edward frowned. "Harry's mind is...quiet. He doesn't broadcast like everyone else. I could probably hear what he was thinking if I wanted to, but frankly I was a little afraid you would rip my leg off if I pried into your mate's mind."

Jasper winced, admitting he probably wouldn't have liked it, even if some concrete assurance would be nice right now. "But I do know that he likes you. He agreed to go on a date with you the day you met him. And he hasn't been showing second thoughts, right?"

Jasper didn't have to tell him he was right, Edward knew. He and Harry talked constantly at school. Their text thread was short, but Jasper thought that was likely more due to Harry's ignorance and lack of dependence on his phone than Jasper. These last few days had been...absolutely amazing.

Edward smiled, patting Jasper on the shoulder. "Why don't you leave now? It's okay if you're a little early."

Jasper felt over a century younger than he was, knocking on Harry's door. Something about his mate just...made him feel so alive and young and happy. Jasper couldn't complain, and he wouldn't change it for the world.

Though, the butterflies he could live without. He could hear Harry moving around, approaching the door. Right before it opened Jasper was sure his heart skipped a beat, vampirism be damned.

And Harry looked...dashing. Jasper couldn't have ever asked, every imagined a better mate. No others would ever be good enough, because they wouldn't be Harry. They wouldn't be his.

Jasper held out the flowers he had gotten. Blush-pink roses with the vibrant green stems. De-thorned, so they wouldn't cut Harry's hand, and almost obnoxiously leafy. Harry melted when he saw them. He took them gently from Jasper's hands, his mouth making a little 'o' even though no sound left him.

"Thank you for going on a date with me, Harry." Jasper whispered, breaking the silence. Harry looked up from the roses, a delicate smile on his face.

"Thank you for taking me, Jasper," Harry whispered back. He looked back down at the roses, feeling the petals. "I'm going to put these in a vase, and then we'll go?" Harry asked.

Anything for you. Absolutely anything and everything. But that would have scared Harry. Jasper nodded, and Harry disappeared into the house. Harry had been glowing pink and red and yellows. All fantastic colors.

Edward was right. He was going to be fine. He was more comfortable around his mate than anyone else.

Jasper hadn't eaten human food since the civil war. It was completely unappetizing to him, but seeing the pleased smile on Harry's face as he ate made him want to try it. Anything that was good enough for his mate was good for him, even if that was illogical in this case. Jasper didn't care.

"Delicious pasta," Harry said, clearing his throat as he spoke. "I didn't realize this town had any nice restaurants."

Jasper laughed a little. "Don't get confused, this is the only one. And I do think you ordered their specialty."

Harry laughed, nodding. "You're right, yeah." His eyes flickered down to Jasper's untouched plate. Jasper worried he would say anything, but to his relief Harry didn't say anything, and his emotions stayed positive, if a little more nervous than before.

"How's your family?" Harry asked. Jasper smiled. He knew Harry genuinely cared, and wasn't just asking for the sake of conversation. That was something he loved about Harry. Well, he loved everything about Harry, but that's besides the point.

"Emmett and Rosalie went on a date," hunting some grizzly's for fun, "Alice and Edward are probably just doing their usual thing. Esme was in her office when I left, and Carlise is on a business trip in Ontario. That's the usual for us."

Harry nodded along. "And Esme is an interior designer, right?" Jasper nodded, though Harry continued before he finished. "Maybe I could hire her. My house is quite sad at the moment, and I'm not sure how long I'll be staying," he commented. The thought of Harry leaving made his heart drop to his stomach. He hadn't considered it. He had always imagined… he imagined Harry with him, no matter where he went.

How temporary was this? Jasper almost didn't want to ask. He knew Harry didn't like talking about his past, but the thought was killing him. He felt like he was already losing his mate.

"And how...temporary do you expect it to be?" He asked slowly. He would not take out any negative emotions on Harry. He didn't deserve that.

Jasper thought Harry started chewing slower. He could almost see the wheels spinning. Eventually Harry put his fork down and started fiddling with his straw.

"I… honestly have no idea. I came here because there was… trouble, back home, and I needed to… leave. It's better for me to be away right now, but… there is so much uncertainty. So much I don't know. I wish I could tell you more."

Jasper frowned. Nothing was going on in London; he had searched it the day he met Harry because he wanted to know more about where he was from. What could he be talking about that Jasper couldn't find online or in the news? He knew Harry wasn't lying, he could feel it if he was. Harry truly wanted to tell him more, but he couldn't. Whether or not that was because he didn't know, or didn't want to, Jasper wasn't sure.

Harry was now playing with his food. Jasper realized he had been silent for too long. Harry was starting to feel insecure and upset, and Jasper needed to fix that before anything else. It didn't matter if his stay here was temporary; Jasper would follow him anywhere.

"You know, Esme absolutely adores you. I'm sure she would jump at the chance to help you out."

Harry looked up, confusion coloring him. If he didn't like Jasper's subject change, he didn't say anything. Harry took a sip of his drink and set it down with a smile.

"Surely she can't adore me. We haven't even met." Harry scoffed.

"No, but she is dying to meet you. I told her she had to wait a little, I wasn't going to let her have a date with you before I did," Jasper said softly, smiling to show he was teasing. Harry's face and neck flushed, though Jasper wasn't sure what he said to cause it. Then again, Harry did flush at almost everything he said. Was Jasper flirting more than he realized or was Harry just incredibly responsive to attention? Jasper wasn't sure. He didn't mind though; it made Harry even easier to read, being able to see and sense his emotions.

"Well, now that we've," Harry gestured around them, "had our date, I take it Esme is next on my list?" He asked with a smile.

Jasper looked into Harry's eyes. They were just a pretty color, but Jasper loved the personality he could see in them more than anything else. "I think I want to keep you to myself a little longer," he said quietly.

He didn't realize the impact of that until Harry's emotions absolutely shined from intensity. Jasper almost panicked, thinking he had ruined this entire date by pushing too fast but-but Harry wasn't showing any negative response. Not wanting to believe it, Jasper concentrated just a little more to feel it. Harry was… flustered was likely the best word. Maybe a little embarrassed and a little nervous, but not scared or worried.

"If you're asking me out again, there are… less sappy ways to say it," Harry muttered, but Jasper didn't think he was upset at him and his 'sappy-ness.'

"I'm sorry, Harry. But yes, I would love to take you on another date. I would love to court you." Shit, did people still say 'court?'

Harry's ears were red this time. He didn't say anything, but he nodded with a wide smile.

I shouldn't have been so nervous.

"HOW DID IT GO?"

Jasper scoffed, hanging his coat by the door. "Like you don't already know."

Alice pouted at him. Esme rounded the corner. "Well I don't, and I would like to hear about my son-in-law."

Jasper shook his head at them, but couldn't contain his smile.

"So it went well?" Alice prompted, before Jasper could speak.

"They have a date next week." Edward said from upstairs. Alice and Esme were delighted.

"That's fantastic! Where are you taking him?" Esme asked, pulling him into a hug. "I'm so proud of you," she said into his shoulder. Jasper knew she worried about him, he was the only one in the house that didn't have a mate. Emmett and Rosalie were happy together, as were Alice and Edward. Her concern had been annoying before but lately he couldn't feel anything but light.

"The movies," Alice said, "Harry's going to pick a bad one, but you'll enjoy the date anyways."

Jasper laughed at her. "Oh, and Esme," he said, gently removing himself from her hug. "Harry said he wanted to meet you and enlist your help with his house - it's 'quite sad,' Harry said."

Esme smiled brightly. "I can't wait to meet him!

"Don't you think that's a little fast, Jas?" Rosalie asked from the other room. Esme frowned.

"He's his mate, Rose," Esme said. Rosalie joined them in the entry room. Her arms were crossed, but she looked more worried than angry.

"I get that, but he isn't one of us. Jasper hasn't told him anything either. Wouldn't it be better to wait a little bit before we go meeting him and exposing ourselves?"

"Rosalie, I am perfectly capable of meeting him without letting him know we're vampires," Esme admonished. Rosalie shook her head.

"I know that, it's just… it seems risky, him getting that close to us."

Jasper reached out for her. She was truly worried for their family, but Jasper wasn't going to give Harry up because of that. "Rose, he's my mate. I can't… I've never been this happy, you know that," he said quietly. Rosalie nodded, but didn't look up from the floor.

"I would never do anything to put our family in danger, but I need your trust. Harry is part of my life now, I'm not going to change that."

Rosalie looked at him for a moment, then nodded. She went to her room, Jasper could hear Emmett following her. They spoke softly enough that Jasper couldn't hear them behind the closed door, but that was fine. He knew they trusted him.

This family was his world. But so was Harry.

"Would you like to come in?" Harry asked, one hand on the doorknob. They had just gotten back from their movie. Jasper had expected to walk Harry to his door and go home, but this was an unexpected and pleasant turn of events.

"Of course," Jasper followed Harry in. His house was kind of sad. Bare walls, minimal furniture, no life or personality at all. Maybe Esme was rubbing off of him, or maybe it was just so unlike Harry that he didn't like it at all. But it was Harry's home, so he wouldn't say anything.

"You definitely need to meet Esme soon." Well, maybe he would say one thing. Harry snorted.

"I told you it was pathetic." Harry plopped down on the couch, patting the seat next to him. Jasper sat, a little stiff, wondering what Harry was planning with this.

There was a rustling noise upstairs, though Jasper didn't think Harry could hear it. Jasper assumed it must have been some sort of pet Harry didn't tell him about. That would match the odd scent Harry sometimes had on him and seemed to drift throughout the house.

"She is still dying to meet you, you know." Harry laughed. He grabbed Jasper's hand and intertwined their fingers. Jasper melted. They'd only done this a few times, but Jasper knew he would never get enough.

Then Harry was leaning against him with his feet on the couch and Jasper's arm wrapped around him. His whole left side tingled.

They were cuddling. Jasper tried to make himself more comfortable, very aware all of a sudden of how hard and sharp his skin was. He desperately hoped Harry didn't mind, because he never wanted to move.

"Jasper?" Harry spoke quietly.

"Yes?"

"I'm…" Harry paused, "I'm really glad you asked me out. I'm glad I met you."

Jasper was going to be liquefied before the night was over if this kept up. Harry was so...Harry about everything and it was perfect. Harry was perfect.

"You have no idea how much I agree with you," Jasper whispered into Harry's hair. Harry sunk into him, breaths shallow.

They laid there for a while, just holding each other. Jasper hoped Harry didn't notice when he forgot to breathe sometimes. At some point, Jasper started running his fingers through the dark hair, smiling when Harry leaned into his touch. It was late when Jasper left. He kissed the back of Harry's hand, who flushed and almost ran back inside. Jasper went home with a smile, knowing he had made Harry Happy.

Jasper came over a lot more after that. He was beginning to love that couch, but it was only nine days after their second date that Esme started to work. And she was even more enchanted with Harry than Jasper thought she would be. But every time she came back she always had marvelous things to say. Jasper thought Rosalie was even starting to warm up to Harry through Esme's reports. He hoped so, at least.

Sadly, the couch went away quickly. It wasn't a great couch by any means, but he and Harry had cuddled a lot on it, watching movies and just spending time together. It was where they had their first kiss, when Jasper thought he was going to die if he didn't get more and the shock was powerful enough to almost make him jump back.

That was by far his favorite memory. They had been cuddling, and then Harry looked up at him and… Jasper couldn't get enough. He was liberal with kisses now that Harry had given him the green light. Just being around him made the venom pool in his mouth. He was so happy around Harry. There was never a bad moment.

Esme's work was truly impressive, however attached to the couch he was. All it had taken was some new furniture, some rugs and some wall decorations for the place to feel much more like Harry. His owl Hedwig -which Jasper thought was weird, but accepted without comment. He was just glad he didn't have any desire to eat her- even got a new, dark wood perch she was very happy about, as Harry told him.

By the time it was done, Jasper was coming over nearly every day after school. He helped Harry with his homework on occasion, but mostly they just enjoyed each other's company. Jasper wouldn't trade those lazy days lounging on the couch and sharing gentle kisses for anything.

Harry was the best thing to ever happen to him, he was sure.

"Jasper?"

Jasper looked away from the ceiling to give his attention to Harry, who lay on his chest. Harry propped himself up to look at him in return. Harry had been quiet, feeling nervous, apprehensive and guilty all day. Jasper had been incredibly worried the entire day, but didn't say anything for fear of making Harry feel even worse.

"What's wrong, Darling?" Jasper said quietly. Harry loved that nickname, but today it didn't make him fluster, just feel worse. Jasper sat up and gently moved Harry to be next to him. He took Harry's hands in his and rubbed them gently. He felt like he knew where this was going, and it made his stomach churn. "Please talk to me."

Harry's eyes watered a little. His jaw stiffened and he looked over Jasper's shoulder. Jasper realized he was trying not to cry. Feeling awful, Jasper cupped Harry's face and ran his thumbs over Harry's cheeks. "You have to go, don't you?"

Saying it hurt, but seeing Harry's lip tremble hurt more. Jasper held Harry to him tightly, wondering if he'd ever be able to let go. Jasper didn't know much about the situation. Harry was very tight-lipped over it, but he knew it was bad. He knew he wouldn't be able to follow Harry, as pissed off as that made him.

Harry told him he'd get hurt if he followed. Jasper hadn't cared one bit about it, who cared what happened to him when his mate was in danger? But Harry had pleaded. He couldn't live with himself if Jasper got hurt.

Jasper wanted to tell him about being a vampire so badly at that moment. He could protect Harry better than anyone, he should be protecting Harry. But Harry had insisted, and had threatened to stop seeing Jasper at all if he didn't agree. Now Jasper could only wonder how bad the situation was and hope that Harry wasn't hurt.

"I'll come back," Harry croaked. Jasper wrapped his fingers around the back of Harry's head. He buried his face in his hair, and shut his eyes tightly. He would be crying if he could. "I'll come back!" Harry said, a little fiercer.

"I would sure hope so," Jasper said quietly, "Esme would be really disappointed if you left so soon after she redesigned your house. She'd take it as an insult." That got a laugh out of Harry, but it was small and weak. Just like how Jasper felt in that moment.

Harry pulled away from him, making Jasper's heart ache. Was he already leaving? Jasper needed more time.

"Jasper," Harry said, a hard glint in his eye, "I am coming back. I'm not leaving you. I won't-I refuse to give up on my… on my mate," Harry's voice had lowered to barely anything, but Jasper could hear him perfectly clear. That didn't help him process what Harry had said, however.

"What… what did you just-"

"I know, Jasper," Harry exclaimed, holding him tight again and burying his head in Jasper's neck. Jasper wrapped his arms around him without thinking, though worry flared through him. "I know you and your family are vampires and I don't are and you aren't in danger and I'm going to protect you and that's why I need you to stay away because I need you to be safe and if He finds out about you it will all go to shit and I can't let that happen and-"

Harry let out a small sob. Jasper rubbed his back, struggling to make sense of what he said. "You… you knew?" He asked quietly. Harry nodded against him. "How...how long? Why didn't you-how come-you didn't say anything to me about it? It's been…"

"I'm sorry, Jasper, I'm sorry." Harry wrapped his arms tightly around Jasper's neck. Distantly, Jasper thought it was a good thing he didn't need to breathe with how tightly Harry was holding him, but that wasn't important right now. "I was worried you wouldn't trust me if I told you. But I thought you were the day we met and I knew for sure before we went on our date." Harry pulled back to look at him. Now it was Harry who was grabbing Jasper's face.

"You have to know that I don't care. I'm glad I'm your mate. I want to be with you." Harry's face was wet. Jasper couldn't look away from his eyes. More than anything, Harry's emotions felt… genuine. Jasper couldn't be mad at him. He would never be mad at him.

"Then why won't you let me go with you?"

The tension left Harry. His shoulders drooped, and he shook his head. "It's… complicated. You are so much safer here where… where they can't find you."

"Who's they, Harry?" He grabbed Harry's chin so that he would look at him.

"They're bad people, Jasper. They're dangerous, and they hunt vampires. Please believe me, the best place for you is here."

There were more people who knew about vampires? And were hunting them? And they were a danger to Harry too? There was so much he didn't understand.

"Why can't you tell me more?"

"It isn't safe," Harry said sadly, "the less you know the less danger you are in."

Jasper opened his mouth, to argue, but Harry shook his head. He shone with anger. "I will not let you be in danger. And I am going to come back. I-I don't know how long I'll be gone," Harry said, looking away for a moment before his eyes flickered back to Jasper. "But I will be back. I'll come back to you. I promise."

Jasper believed him. He believed him more than he believed anything else. That didn't make it hurt any less. "When are you leaving?"

Harry frowned. "Tonight."

Too soon. Too soon. That can't-why-

"I found out this morning. I'm sorry, I wish I had known earlier but-"

Jasper kissed him. He didn't need words right now. He trusted Harry with his entire being. Harry would be okay. Harry would come back to him. But he needed to kiss him, and hold him until he couldn't. Harry didn't protest. They spent hours like that. Harry's emotions eventually calmed, though Jasper continued to be in turmoil. He noticed the moment Harry's mood soured again.

"You have to go," he said. Harry winced.

"Actually..you have to go," he said quietly, "they're coming here. If they find you… it just wouldn't be good, Jasper."

He didn't say anything, rubbing Harry's back slowly. "Jasper," Harry whispered, voice breaking. Nodding, Jasper got up. Harry walked him to the door.

"Be safe," he whispered, holding Harry one more time. Harry nodded. "I love you."

Harry stared at him for a long moment, before he grabbed the collar of his shirt and dragged him down for the deepest kiss they shared yet. Jasper didn't know how long it had been when he pulled away. "I love you too."

It hurt all the more as he drove home.

"Anything?" Jasper asked. It had been three weeks since Harry left. Twenty-two days. Jasper's school days were quiet and lonely, though his siblings usually tried to cheer him up during lunch. It had worked the first few days. Not anymore.

Alice shook her head, looking like she wanted to cry. "I'm sorry Jasper, I haven't gotten anything. I don't know what's blocking me, I've been trying so hard… " she trailed off. Jasper nodded, unsurprised. "You'll know as soon as I do." Alice promised. Jasper believed her about that.

Weeks passed. He didn't talk very much, but he supposed he hadn't before Harry either. That was okay. Harry would be back, and the ache in his chest would leave. He just had to be patient.

"Want to go hunting, Jas?" Rosalie asked. Harry had been gone for over two months. Seventy-four days. Jasper looked at her. She was worried, he could feel it. Everyone was. If Rosalie was reaching out, then it must be worse than he thought.

"Yeah, okay," Jasper said, standing. He hadn't moved in a while. "Emmett coming?" He asked. Rosalie looked surprised. He guessed she didn't expect him to join. Rosalie shook her head.

"No, he fed yesterday."

Jasper nodded. "Let's go, then."

More time passed. His family grew more concerned. Jasper could tell they didn't believe him anymore when he said Harry would be back. Ninety-four days. He was patient. He would wait forever for Harry.

Jasper stopped going to school.

"This is bullshit!" Rosalie exclaimed. One hundred and eight. Jasper didn't look up at her. "He leads Jasper on for two months and then he leaves and never comes back!"

"Rosalie-" Esme interrupted, but Rosalie shook her head.

"Jasper hasn't talked in a week! He barely eats anymore! How is that okay? How are you guys not upset? A real mate wouldn't leave him!"

There was a collective gasp around the room. Suddenly, everyone was looking at Jasper. Rosalie's emotions turned from angry to remorseful.

"I'm sorry Jas, I didn't mean-"

"Harry is my mate," he stopped her. She wouldn't look at him. "He is going to come back. He left because he was in danger, and me going along would put myself and you in danger. Did I tell you that was how he argued with me? He told me I would be putting my family in danger. That he would feel awful if anything happened to me or you." Jasper stood from the couch. He felt angry. Rosalie had insulted Harry, but he understood where it came from and it kept him from snapping her neck.

"Harry cares about you and you don't even have the decency to keep your mouth shut about something that doesn't concern you," Jasper spat.

Rosalie turned toward him again. "He could be lying! You don't even know-"

"Does Emmett lie to you, Rosalie?" Jasper cut her off. She didn't speak. "Does Alice lie to Edward? Does Carlisle lie to Esme, Rosalie?"

No one spoke. They knew the answer. "Why do you think my mate is any different? Because he isn't a vampire?" Jasper shook his head.

"I'm going on a run."

It was day one hundred and twenty-two that Alice gasped from the living room. Jasper was by her side in a moment. "Alice? Alice what did you see?" He asked, crouching next to her. She grabbed his shoulder and jumped up.

"Go!" She told him. Jasper knew what she meant. He had never run so fast in his life. He hadn't been back to Harry's house once since he had left, the thought itself was painful. It looked exactly the same as it had last time he'd been there. He couldn't see any movement inside. He stopped at the driveway. Harry's car was here, but then again he had said other people were getting him.

Jasper approached the door slowly. It Harry wasn't here- if Alice was wrong- if something had happened-

The doorknob turned. The door was flung open, and Jasper hurtled himself in so fast he barely saw dark hair before he impacted. He didn't need to see it. He could smell and touch and sense and he had Harry in his arms and everything was okay again. He had wrapped his arms around him and swung him around before he even heard Harry's voice.

Giggles met his ears, the most angelic noise he had ever heard. Jasper buried his nose in Harry's neck, breathing in his scent as much as he could. Harry's arms and legs curled around him, which was good since Jasper had zero intention of setting him down or letting him go. He could stay like this forever. Harry had one hand in his hair and the other around his neck, completely relaxed. Harry came back. Harry was back, and was in his arms and was kissing his hair and ear.

"I missed you too," Harry whispered. Jasper laughed, letting himself kiss all over Harry's collarbone and neck. Harry wriggled in his arms.

"Hey, that tickles!"

"Don't care, too bad," Jasper mumbled, kissing anywhere he could reach. Harry laughed at him, tilting his head back. Jasper finally looked up. "I missed you so much," he whispered. Harry gave him a soft smile, stroking his face.

"I'm back, Jas," Harry said, kissing his cheek. "And I'm not leaving again. I won't so much as piss without holding your hand."

Jasper laughed, spinning Harry around again. Jasper kissed Harry's neck and cheeks and nose, specifically avoiding his lips even though Harry pouted when he skimmed over them. "You better not be joking, because I am taking that sentiment completely to heart."

Harry grabbed him, stopped his barrage of kisses. "I love you, Jasper."

"I love you too, Harry."

He kissed Harry's lips this time, slowly. He savored it, letting his lips map out Harry's and letting his tongue softly explore. Harry was shuddering in his arms and gasping for breath when he pulled away. Jasper was insatiable. He kissed Harry's jawline and ears and eyes and anywhere else he could reach while Harry laughed at him. He didn't care. He couldn't care, not when his Harry was back.

"Do you even want to hear what happened?" Harry asked. Jasper stopped for a moment.

"You can tell me?"

Harry gave him a mischievous smile. "By law, I'm allowed to tell family and spouses," Harry said. Jasper nudged Harry's ear with his nose, pushing the hair back.

"And what does that make me?" Jasper whispered, letting his breath tickle Harry's neck. Harry groaned and shivered.

"I think you know, Love."

Jasper smiled, letting his teeth graze Harry's neck and jaw. Harry shivered, pleasing Jasper immensely. "I missed you so much," he whispered, running his tongue lightly up Harry's neck.

Harry sagged against him, letting his head rest on Jasper's shoulders. "I missed you too. Can you put me down now?"

Jasper shook his head, but walked them over to the couch and sat down. Harry gave a little sigh of relief, making Jasper frown. "Was I hurting you? You should have said something," I should have sensed something.

But Harry shook his head and laughed at him. "I'm fine. I just missed being on this couch with you."

Jasper caressed Harry's face. Harry leaned into his touch and closed his eyes. Jasper kissed him again, though Harry pushed him away eventually, chest heaving. "You really have to learn how to not breathe," Jasper commented. Harry laughed and swatted his shoulder.

"I can't help it, you take my breath away."

Jasper groaned and rolled his eyes even as he smiled. Harry's laughter was music to his ears. "That was awful." Harry shrugged, still smiling.

"I'll do a lot to make you smile," Harry whispered. His hands were in Jasper's hair again. He couldn't complain. Jasper quirked an eyebrow at him.

"Will you kiss me?"

Laughing, Harry did as Jasper asked.

He had never been happier.

Please let me know what you thought! I tried to make their characters authentic, but I know I made tweaks to Rosalie's character so she was a little less angry-at-the-world and just protective of her family. I really really hope you enjoyed, I had a blast making this.