Disclaimer: The year is 1899. A young aspiring writer journey's to the allure of Paris, a true Bohemian paradise, where he hopes to become a famous writer. Once there he seizes the opportunity of a life-time at the possibility of writing a play for Paris' most exotic nightclub, The Moulin Rouge. Once he enters the owners inner circle he meets the exotic and alluring Ginerva, a fiery courtesan and star of the Moulin Rouge. In order to win the owner, Arthur Weasley, over he must take advantage of Ginerva's passionate advances. However another man is promised to her bed. The Duke and his influential heir are in town and looking for suitable investments when Arthur suggests they invest in Ginerva, the star of the show and aspiring actress. To do so, Draco [the heir] must woo her. But what happens when he finds her in the arms of another man? What happens if it is not Ginerva he feels jealous about? What happens when people fall in love with someone they're not supposed to? A twisted web of love, lies and deception. Welcome, to the Moulin Rouge.

NOTE: To construct this story I am using the help of the transcript from the movie 'Moulin Rouge'. Sadly, I do not own it nor do I own the characters of Harry Potter. The majority of the dialogue to begin with is recognizable from the movie [mainly the first one or two chapter] however in later chapters my own dialogue will be in there as well. WARNING: EXPLICIT CONTENT!

Moulin Rouge

Epilogue

It had been torture screaming for nights on end into Blaise's arms as Colin sat on the end of the bed and gripped his shoulder, tears running down their cheeks as Blaise rocked Harry back and forth. It had been the longest night ever. The show had been a success -they'd heard the next day as the paperboy shouted some news out across the square. The reviews were in and they were all positive! The money had been a fortune compared to anything that the Moulin Rouge dancers had ever seen before. They could all afford a decent place to live on their cut alone! It was nothing compared to how much Mister Malfoy received though. It had all gone into his name, after-all.

It had taken a week before either one of them had felt Harry stable enough -and exhausted enough -to be left alone for a little while each day. They left him sleeping in the morning, completely oblivious and emotionally exhausted from that night. They would pop back from time to time throughout the day, waking him up enough to sip some water and eat a little piece of bread. He would then slump back against the sweaty pillows and stare off into space for a while before his eyelids would flutter shut. His face was pale and he had started to waste away.

Blaise had even asked Hermione to come in and watch over him from time-to-time. Molly and Arthur were nowhere to be seen. They had decided to close up for a week and go on a little holiday to Brittany. They had needed the break. Hermione had said 'yes' that she hadn't minded and would stay with Harry for a few hours each afternoon, rousing him to help his wash up. She had even managed to get him up and into one of the chairs by the stove to warm his cold skin, whilst she hurried to wash the sheets and air the room out despite the biting January air. Harry barely acknowledged her and didn't utter a single word. He would accept the wine that would be offered to him, nursing it in his lap. When she'd mother him, clean his face, shave his chin and wash his hair, he would give her the ghost of a smile, and that alone would be worth it for Hermione.

She would talk to him sometimes too. About her dreams before Paris and how she'd been approached by Arthur. The chance for hot meals and a roof over her head was like a dream come true. Of course she could never got to church again. Not now. Harry understood the feeling. Not that he would tell Hermione that.

Exactly two weeks after the weekend gran opening of the show, a 'FOR SALE' sign appeared across the main entrance.

This had piqued both Blaise and Colin's interest from across the square. There were flyers pasted up over the doors as well, including more details about why they were selling. Blaise ducked under the FOR SALE planks and went over to rip off one of the flyers for closer inspection. Blaise scanned it and then pursed his lips. "Go and get Dumbledore and Flitwick and go to the pub. We need to have a look at this."

Colin nodded and then hurried on across the square to get their friends.

Twenty minutes later at the Green Goblin's Pub, the four men consorted around a wooden table at the back of the pub, cigarette smoke hanging low and heavy overhead. They had each benefited from the money earned from the shows they had performed despite the tragedy on the opening night. Colin was keeping Harry's money safe. None of them trusted Harry to not waste the money on booze ... or worse.

"So why are we here?" Dumbledore grumbled, his long white beard looking nicely combed for once.

"This!" Blaise leaned over and slammed the flyer into the woodwork. They all bent their heads over the flyer to read it.

Site of the Moulin Rouge is now up for sale to the highest bidder! Due to unforeseen circumstances we have decided to make our Spectacular, Spectacular our final curtain call! The building can be for sale or you can do whatever you wish to the site, as long as it is taken off our hands we do not care as long as you meet the minimum price of 25,500 francs!

The four men leaned back in their seats and thought deeply about the flyer. Dumbledore struck a match and inhaled deeply from his new mahogany pipe. "I suppose they're getting out as soon as they can with as much as they can. With that profit, Weasley will be rich."

Blaise huffed, "And what do we, the workers, get for it? Nothing! It's pathetic," he snarled, before taking a swig of his ale. He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Is there any news?" he asked softly looking up at Dumbledore across the table.

The old man shook his head a fraction, "No one has sent me anything yet. But it is early days yet. I sent Pansy and Hermione up there this morning. They'll let us know if anything has changed."

Flitwick -who had been reading the newspaper from that morning -folded over a page and pushed it over onto the table, "Lookie here. That article at the top." They all craned their heads over to the article and read it in the bleak light that filtered in through the narrow windows.

Duke Lucius Abraxas Malfoy married young starlette Ginerva Molly Weasley in a quiet ceremony last night. The couple asked for it to be discreet as neither had any family to attend. They were witnessed by Vincent Crabbe and a young maid. They are off to honeymoon in Geneva, our source is told.

Blaise scoffed and shoved the page away, "I knew it! The slimy bastard! As long as that whore married INTO their family, all of her share of the wealth as well as his all goes to them! We've all been left broke compared to them!"

"We're still well off enough," Colin chipped in helplessly. Blaise shot him a glare but said nothing else as he nursed his tankard of ale with a somber expression. Colin rested a hand on Blaise's shoulder before sighing softy, excusing himself from the table, "I think I'll go and see how Harry is doing."

No one stopped him as he shrugged his coat on and left.

~0~

To his surprise, Colin found Harry out of bed and sitting at his desk, a blanket swaddled his legs that were curled to his chest as he stared at the gleaming keys. "You're up," he said surprised, as a smile graced his lips. Harry forced his own tired smile, his eyelids still seeming pretty heavy. Colin shook his coat off and draped it over the end of the iron bedstead before hurrying over to where Harry was sitting. He pressed the back of his hand to Harry's forehead. No fever. No sweat. A good sign. "How are you feeling?"

Harry shrugged his shoulders. His voice sounded hoarse when he spoke, "I've been better. Still feels a little numb though."

Colin nodded his head with a sad smile and then sat down in a chair he dragged over to the opposite side of the small desk. He rested his arms on the desk. "It'll get better,"

"I know I know," Harry quickly cut across him. He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "How -how did the rest of the shows go?"

Colin nodded, "They went pretty well. We used Hermione in Ginerva's place, Blaise in the role you decided to steal and ... We cast a young blonde boy from the bar to be in Draco's role. It was interesting. Everyone seemed to love the ending you inspired. Too bad that Weasley is selling the Moulin Rouge."

"He's selling it?" Harry asked, feeling his heart echo like a hollow drum in his ears. Colin nodded again. "Guess he's taking all his money whilst he can."

"Pretty much," Colin affirmed, "It's up for sale. The price doesn't seem too bad but then there's no telling what anyone will do once they own it."

Harry glanced out of the window where he could see the windmill of the Moulin Rouge. He shrugged and looked away again. "I guess it's not our problem anymore."

Colin hummed in response before reaching out to poke Harry's knee, "So any plans on when you'll be leaving the apartment? Spring is just around the corner you know."

Harry twitched his mouth, "Yeah ... I know."

Colin watched Harry for a little while longer before sighing softly, "Well you know where we are if you ever get bored or restless. If we're not upstairs we'll be down at the Goblin. Just ... try to eat something, okay?" Harry nodded his head and watched out of the corner of his eye as Colin took his coat up off of the end of the bed and left. He ran his hands down his face and sighed heavily. He knew he should leave the room at some point. He could smell himself everywhere. It was practically sickening. Perhaps he should go outside, get some fresh air?

The thought made him feel a little queasy but he knew it would do him some good. Besides, Hermione would be visiting him tomorrow so if he really was worse for wear then she would help him bathe. A flush crept his neck at the thought but he brushed it aside as he unfurled himself from the chair as soon as the sky turned a soft shade of navy blue. His muscles ached from weeks of barely any movement. He sighed and stretched out his arms and legs. His neck felt stiff but he ignored it for the most part. The blanket dropped to the floor. The cold air was almost soothing on his legs and torso. He glanced around his room looking for clothes. He found a pair of trousers and shoes and a shirt that seemed clean enough.

Hermione was an angel.

~0~

The lamp lights flickered on on the streets outside. He felt as clean as possible and the cool wind was a refreshing sting against his cheeks. He inhaled deeply. It felt like stepping out onto an alien planet and then at the same moment it made him feel nostalgic. He had missed being outside, even in rotten weather, he couldn't deny it. He could feel his cheeks glowing, and his limbs quaking, every part of his body was coming to life. Well ... almost every part. His heart would take time. But he had time.

He pushed the door the the Goblin open and peered inside. I think canopy of cigarette smoke hung low over the heads of the dimly lit occupants. Eyes gleamed in the candlelight. The chatter was light and merry, the drinks hadn't taken full effect, and someone was playing a springy tune on the small piano tucked away in the corner. It was somewhat soothing to his senses as he ran a hand down his face, edged inside the door and caught sight of Colin and Blaise waving him over from a corner booth. He staggered over.

"Hey! You're out!" Blaise grinned up from his tankard and clapped a hand on Harry's shoulder, "It's about time, mate, we were all really worried about you."

Harry smiled softly and eased himself down into a vacant chair. Colin ran over to the bar to get a drink for him and Flitwick and Dumbledore praised him on coming outside at last. It felt nice to be out and about again, even if just the evening. He felt mellow now that his friends were around him. He accepted his drink from Colin and started to sip at it slowly as he listened to the chatter start up again and hum softly through his ears.

"So, Blaise, where's your woman then?" Flitwick asked, his small face looking even more creased in the candle-light.

"Woman?" Harry asked, his head feeling dizzy.

Blaise grinned slowly, "Yeah ... Hermione. She's been really sweet to us all and ... I've been taking her for some walks around town recently. And dinner."

Harry grinned drowsily, "Marry her!" he exclaimed.

Blaise gave a small cough and rubbed at his neck, "I don't think ... I ... um no ... why would I ..."

Colin grinned too, "Oooh! Blaise is in looooooooooove!" he poked his tongue out before hugging Blaise around the neck. Blaise rolled his eyes and wen to get another drink.

Harry smiled into the hubbub and slowly drinking himself further and further into a stupor. Before he could remember anything he was staggering his way through his front door, hard hands holding him upright. He staggered and slipped along the floor, his ankles buckling underneath him as he slumped over onto the bed. He could barely understand what the voices were saying as they melted together and hummed loudly in his ears. He tried to rub at his ears but his hands felt numb from the alcohol. His brain felt fuzzy inside his skull.

He tried to open his eyes and look up at his rescuers but nothing would focus. Someone must have removed his glasses. He smiled up at them as he felt the pillow cushion his head and muffle the sounds as he wriggled from side-to-side. He sighed softly as the warm blankets came up to his chin. He blinked up at whoever was brushing hair out of his eyes, "Fankoo" he slurred. He shivered as skin was exposed and then swaddled in clean, thick blankets and his own body heat reflected back onto him and bring feeling back to his numbed toes.

He hummed and curled into the warmth as his foggy mind swirled off into darkness.

~0~

He groaned as he felt life ebb back into his worn body, his head felt as though a woodpecker was having far too much fun with his skull. He pressed both hands against his ears and buried himself even further down under the blankets.

"You'll only give yourself a headache if you carry on like that," came a warm, thick voice from somewhere in the room. He groaned and clenched his eyes tighter. Now he was hearing voices. Was he still drunk? He wouldn't rule out the possibility just yet. He grunted and turned over to smother his face into the pillow.

"I mean it," the voice resounded through the blankets, somewhat muffled but still sharp and crisp, "The longer you stay under there, the more damage you'll do."

Harry pressed his hands even harder over his ears, "SHUT UP!" he yelled out, feeling like a child, his legs kicking into the mattress and he willed the throbbing pain in his temples to fade. He felt cold air smack his skin and make him yelp as the blankets were ripped off of his body.

He groaned, punched his pillow with a clenched first before forcing himself into a somewhat upright position, the searing sunlight blinding him as he reached over for his glasses. He shoved them roughly onto his nose and blinked a few times before looking up at his companion.

His heart froze in his chest.

Standing before him, in all his roughened glory, was Draco Malfoy.

Harry swallowed and shook his head, shuffling to the furthest end of the bed away from the tall blonde man before him, not daring to look away or blink lest the beautiful mirage would disappear into his own head. He sniffed loudly and wanted to wipe the wetness out of his eyes, "Why why why do you keep tormenting me?!" he wailed, clenching his fingers into trembling fists, "Every time -every times -I start to feel remotely human again you pop into my head and then I see you everywhere! You are a curse upon my heart!" he screamed out before slamming both of his bony fists against his mouth, his jaw bone and his cheeks, trying to urge himself awake from the tormenting mirage.

The hot burn deep in his bones made him want to stop, but he refused to. Not until the blonde phantom has been absorbed by the walls around him.

He heard the shuffling of feet over the wooden floorboards. The mattress dipped with the weight of another body leaning on it. He could feel the heat of someone beside him but he refused to be drawn into the imaginary warmth.

He shivered and moaned into the mattress.

A hand rested on his shoulder, spooking him off of the bed and onto the floor, dragging on of the blankets with him. He was suddenly all to aware of how cold he was. His hurried to the end of the room, into a corner, his eyes wide and watery as he tried to look anywhere but at the man before him. "Get away from me!" he snarled, his voice breaking and the tears rolling freely down his red cheeks. "Go away whoever you are!" he screamed the words out, every muscle in his head throbbing with the pain, and his hollow heart aching, greedily using up all of his energy just to keep beating.

He felt his body start to shake as he tried to press even harder onto his ears.

He couldn't do this. Not anymore. He used to drink just so he could see Draco, but now it was all too much. He hadn't meant to drink so much the night before. It was an accident. He wished he could take it back but he knew he couldn't. He would just have to wait until the drink was out of his system.

"Harry?"

"SHUT UP!" he yelled out, his voice hurting his own ears.

"Harry please?"

The voice was so soft ... and he had missed it so much! He sniffed and cuffed his nose, not daring to turn and look up at the blonde. He let out a strangled sob. He couldn't protest any longer as he felt warm arms embrace his cold body and the weight of a chin resting in the crook of his neck. He suddenly felt so cold and began to shiver. He felt his body slowly being rocked to and fro, the action was soothing. He listened to the steady heart beating through the fabric. He pressed into the warmth, not caring that he was going mad anymore. He needed the warmth. He needed it to be real.

He sighed longingly.

"Harry ..." the voice breathed, coaxing him away from dropping off asleep. He blinked into the fabric of the shirt, inhaling the sweet, unfamiliar scent. "Harry, I am so sorry I didn't come sooner." He frowned but didn't say anything as he enjoyed being rocked for the moment. "I didn't mean to leave. They took me away. I told Hermione to tell you ... "

"Mione ...?" he breathed softly, his frown deepening.

The arms around him tightened, "Harry please! Snap out of it! I didn't come all the way back just to watch you flop about like a moron!" the voice snapped, striking a chord somewhere deep inside Harry's aching heart.

Blinking, Harry looked up and frowned. "Draco?" he asked again, his voice feeling croaky. The blonde stared down at him before nodding softly. Harry licked his lips, "You're dead."

Draco's eyes watered up at he looked down into the shattered features of his lover slumped over in his arms. He brushed a strand of black hair out of Harry's eyes. "I'm not dead, Harry. Close, but not dead."

Harry shook his head and clenched his eyes, "... Dead."

Draco sniffed and pressed his lips onto Harry's forehead, "Not dead ... Not dead ... I'm here ..." He felt his heart ache as Harry eased himself away and continued to shake his head. He looked down at the brunette man and tried to cup is face, only to have Harry force the hands away.

"Go away, Draco. I've spent ages trying to get over you. You're dead. Now please, leave me alone," Harry stated stoically as he shifted away and curled his knees up to his chest, dropping his chin down, and closing his eyes tightly.

Draco could only sit back on his haunches and frown down at the brunette man, not knowing what to do, or how to proceed. He wanted to grab the younger man by his shoulders and shake him roughly. He licked his lips, "H-Harry -"

"No!" Harry snapped.

"Oh for God sake Harry! I'm not dead you stupid, spectacled GIT! Just look at me!" he shouted, his temples throbbing. Harry didn't move. "FOR FUCKS SAKE HARRY LOOK AT ME!"

The silence reigned on, hanging heavy between them. It was thick and stifling.

Harry peered up through his fringe and swallowed thickly. His head still hurt but he couldn't deny just how beautiful Draco looked, real or not real. He couldn't deny what his eyes were showing him. Draco -his Draco -was standing in his little home, looking tired and hungry and dejected, his silvery eyes wet with unshed tears. He shivered. He was there. He was real. He was Draco. So -why couldn't he bring himself to move? He wanted to reach out -he felt his limbs trembling when he extended his arms out towards the blonde. "Draco?" he sniffed, fresh tears blooming in his eyes.

Draco hurried over and dropped to his knees, enveloping the brunette in his arms and hugging him tightly to his chest, burying his nose in Harry's neck.

Harry hesitated before wrapping his arms tightly around Draco's neck, his stomach knotting and his heart aching in his chest as he tentatively leaned up into Draco's embrace, feeling the heat of his breath over his cheeks and lips. Both men were too scared to breech the distance. Their muscles trembled and both of their hearts skipped so many beats that neither was sure who was dead or who was alive.

And then Draco dipped his head and pressed his mouth against Harry's.

Harry gasped, allowing Draco's tongue to slide into his mouth. An ache bloomed in his groin as they clung to one another tighter, their bodies pressed together. Harry moaned as Draco's hands ran through his hair and gripped it, making him gasp through their kiss. His body ached to be touched all over. Draco seemed to feel much the same way as he knelt up, their lips still locked together, and began stripping his shirt from his shoulders. He tilted his head back, giving Harry the chance to suck and bite on his throat. He felt a tremor run down to his groin.

"I need you Harry," Draco growled low in his throat, as he nipped a trial down Harry's tan throat and raked his nails lightly down Harry's front.

"Need me?" Harry moaned, the words running through his mind without meaning.

Draco nodded, "Stand up" he grunted, tugging Harry to his feet, their mouths barely breaking from one another. Grabbing the rumpled folds of Harry's shirt, he ripped it open, letting the tan muscles underneath glow in the bright sunlight. He kissed Harry's mouth hungrily as he backed him up to the bed, his hands grappling at his young lover.

Harry moaned as he tripped and landed on his bed, the duvet rumpled beneath him. Draco's weight landed on top of him, and it felt so heavenly. Draco ground his hips against Harry, their erections rubbing up against one another. Both were moaning as the rest of their clothes were shed and tossed over the edge of the bed.

Draco paused for a moment, lying between Harry's spread legs, his arms holding his young lover, their noses rubbing against one another and their mouths slowly kissing, the touches familiar and at the same time electrifying. Draco slowly thrust his hips between Harry's, their cocks sliding against one another, pre-cum dripping down onto Harry's stomach as they kissed passionately. Their eyes shone with tears. Draco broke the kiss and looked down at Harry, "Let me love you, Harry," he breathed, delighting in watching Harry quiver beneath him.

Harry bit down on his lip, looking up into Draco's shining silver eyes. He could only muster nodding his head slowly, his stomach flipping.

Draco slid further down between Harry's legs, pressing hot kisses down the length of his lovers body. He smirked as Harry trembled and squirmed underneath him, his cock twitching as Draco slithered lower and lower. He leaned over Harry's navel and licked the pre-cum that had pooled in his lovers bellybutton. Harry shuddered and moaned, his hips raising slightly as Draco's fiery lips continued their journey to brush over his cock and even lower over his balls. He felt Draco's hot hand onto his cool thighs, and spread them open. Harry's breath hitched.

He could feel Draco's breath over his balls. His cock twitched at how close Draco's mouth was. Biting on his lip he moaned out, "Draco!" Harry almost screamed out when Draco took his whole cock down his throat, the tight heat making his body tremble. He felt like he was going to burst as Draco ran his tongue over his shaft. "Oh my God!" he gasp as he watched Draco's blonde head slowly bob up and down, his tongue massaging a sweet spot on the head of his cock. He could feel the build up growing nice and slow. He clutched his fingers in Draco's hair and thrust his hips.

Draco released Harry's cock with a wet 'pop', his lips red and swollen as he gazed over at Harry panting. "Did you like that?" he purred lightly, as he reached over and ran his nails down Harry's quivering stomach.

Harry nodded his head quickly, "Please ... don't stop!"

"Don't worry, love," Draco hummed as he slid back down between Harry's legs and massaged his tongue over Harry's balls. He smirked as Harry whimpered for more. With his wet, hot tongue, Draco teased Harry's entrance before slipping his tongue inside and thrusting it in and out of Harry's tight entrance. More whimpers and begging met his ears as he slipped a finger inside Harry's slippery, quaking entrance.

Harry gasped, his muscles clenched around Draco's digit.

Slowly, Draco began sliding his his finger in and out of his lover, the ache in his balls growing as Harry squirmed and trembled on the bed, his fingers gripping into the sheets. "Oh God, Draco!" Harry panted as he felt the strange sensation of having Draco fingering him. He spread his legs wider, silently pleading with Draco for more. The blonde was only too happy to comply and slid another finger inside his lover. Harry clenched his muscles and gasped, his body rigid as Draco caressed his thigh and told him to relax. With a quiver, Harry slowly relaxed, allowing Draco's fingers to ease in and out in a steady rhythm, making more pre-cum drip down from Harry's erection. "Oh Draco please!" Harry begged, thrusting his hips higher, begging for more.

The blonde hoisted himself back so that he was able to slick his cock with saliva and press his head against Harry's tight opening. He gasped as he slid inside his lover, the muscles tightening around his cock. He felt tremors running through him as he looked down at Harry. He looked so beautiful, with his eyes rolled back into his head and his mouth hanging open as he panted slowly, his heart beat drumming against his chest. "So beautiful," Draco breathed as he aligned his body with Harry's and held him tenderly, pressing kisses along the tan throat as he slid in and out of his young lover, feeling as though no time had passed.

Every time Harry's hands ran down his back and squeezed his buttocks he felt his stomach knot and his heart skip a beat. It was electric. Every moan of his name was like music to his ears.

He picked up his pace and soon Harry was a quivering mass of sweaty, tan muscles beneath him, his cock swollen and red as Draco wanked him off.

Draco could feel his own climax creeping up on him and within a few minutes of each other Draco came hot and heavy inside Harry, crying out his name to the heavens and filling him with his seed, just as Harry screamed out in pleasure and ejaculated all over Draco's alabaster chest. Both shuddered violently, before Draco collapsed on top of Harry, sticky cum rubbing up on their stomachs. He buried his face into Harry's damp neck and inhaled the scent of his lover deeply, reveling in how he slowly grew soft inside Harry before slipping out entirely.

It was a few moments before Harry dared to speak, "That -that was -amazing!" he gasped out, turning his head slowly to the side so that he could look at Draco. He blinked a few times and adjusted himself into a more comfortable position, "So this isn't my imagination?" he breathed quietly, "You're really here? You're really real?" he asked, his bright green eyes shimmering with pent up tears.

Draco watched Harry for a few moment, the golden sunlight bathing them both in its warmth. He reached out and threaded his fingers with Harry's and gave them a squeeze, "I'm real, Harry, and I'm not leaving you any time soon."

Harry sniffed and blinked, a tear dropping down onto the mattress between them. Draco frowned at the tear and gave another squeeze. "You promise?" Harry asked, his voice breaking.

Draco leaned over and pressed their mouth together in a soft, lingering kiss. "I promise," he breathed as he broke away, smoothing his tapered fingers over Harry's cheekbones.

Harry sniffed and wiped at his eyes, "But how -how did you -I saw you -you were SHOT Draco!" He dropped his gaze to the gauze covered patch on the left side of Draco's chest. He choked on a sob and blinked against the tears.

Draco swallowed thickly and nodded, "Yes I was shot. But it didn't go through my lung or my heart or anything else vital. It just when through muscle. The doctors managed to get me to the hospital soon and they got the bullet out. I wasn't able to come back straight away because they wanted to keep me in for observation."

Harry blinked and nodded, clicking his tongue as Draco traced small patterns over his stomach with his blonde head propped up by his elbow. "So then ... how did you get in here?"

"Well for one you never really locked up before," he offered a small smile as he inched closer to Harry, "And Hermione would come to visit me and stay here a few days sometimes and send word back to Blaise. I thought they would have told you. That's the only thing that kept me going, knowing that you were coping."

Harry shook his head, "I haven't coped ..." he trailed off, sniffed and looked away into the sunlight.

Draco reached around and cupped Harry's cheek, slowly turning his head so that he was once again looking into Harry's beautiful green eyes. "I'm here now, that's all that matters," Draco breathed, touching their noses together. Harry didn't respond, he merely slid over into Draco's arms and nuzzled his head against the blonde mans chest. Draco loosely wrapped his arms around Harry's body and held him close.

For the rest of the day they stayed that way, dozing in the sunlight as the hours ticked away. They cuddled up under the sheets and ran their hands over one another's bodies, retracing everything so that every inch of the other one was imprinted into their minds. Harry's laughter when Draco had found the familiar ticklish spot behind his ear, was breath taking for the both of them. Draco didn't think that he and heard anything so beautiful and Harry -well Harry didn't think he would have ever laughed again. As the sun sank beneath the buildings outside, Harry hummed softly as he watched the sky darken, Draco cuddling close behind him in the spooning position. "Should we tell everyone that you're back?" he asked, not really wanting to leave the bed.

Draco shook his head and kissed Harry's shoulder, "No they can wait. I just want to spent this time with you. We have a lot of time to make up for." Harry smiled as Draco pressed tighter against his back. For now it was just him and Draco. Nothing else mattered -not for that night anyway.

DAYS INTO WEEKS. WEEKS TURNED INTO MONTHS. AND THE, ONE NOT-SO-VERY SPECIAL DAY, I WENT TO MY TYPEWRITER, I SAT DOWN, AND I WROTE OUR STORY. A STORY ABOUT A TIME, A STORY ABOUT A PLACE, A STORY ABOUT THE PEOPLE. BUT ABOVE ALL THINGS, A STORY ABOUT LOVE. A LOVE THAT WILL LIVE FOREVER.

"Harry?" came a call from down the hallway startling Harry's process of finishing up his story. "Come on! Hermione and Blaise are waiting!"

Harry smiled softly to himself as Draco appeared in the doorway, "What are you doing, love? Come on, the train won't wait all day you know." He smirked as he came to stand behind Harry, raked his hands through the silky black hair before pressing a kiss to Harry's mouth. "Be quick okay?" he asked, stroking Harry's cheek.

"I'll be right down," Harry promised as Draco ducked out of the door, his footsteps echoing down the hall.

Harry looked back down at the typewriter, his fingers hovering over the brass keys. He typed out the last two words before grabbing his jacket off the bed and hurrying out of the door to join his lover, and his two friends on the beach to celebrate the start of Summer in Paris.

THE END.

A/N: Well there you are my lovelies! I told you that there would be a twist to it in the end! I honestly hope that you enjoyed it all ;) I love you all for the reviews and the support! Keep it up and let me know what you think of the twist!