Ghost Of Love

When you look in my eyes you know that I'm gonna lie,

But you look in my eyes for the ghost of love that died.

And when you see him, you should believe him,

He won't deceive you; he's never leaving,

I used to feel the ways he's feeling.

Before I fell for you I thought love was just a rage,

But we left the book of love signed in blood on every page

They say it makes you feel so alive,

But that's the biggest of all the lies.

For every sting, part of you dies.

So look into my eyes for the ghost of love that died.

I don't believe in second chance,

'Cause that's not love that's just romance,

And I know the ending well in advance.

So look into my eyes for the ghost of love that died.

"Are you listening to that rubbish again?" Ron's voice cut into Harry's reverie. "You know you're just torturing yourself."

"I know," Harry said as Ron plonked himself down on Harry's bed. "But I really miss him, and seeing him with that slut just kills me."

Ron looked at him. "Could I just remind you who dumped who here. Did you really expect him to just sit around and wait for you to change your mind?"

Harry smiled sheepishly. "I did a bit." Ron just rolled his eyes. "OK, I realise that it was unlikely to happen, but I thought that he'd be just a bit more heartbroken, not that he'd hook up with the first tramp that comes along."

"Have you even met Conall?" asked Ron. "'Cause I have, and I'll tell you he's actually a really nice guy. I think he's just what Draco needs after the fucked up thing you two called a relationship. Personally I think you need to find someone like that yourself, instead of moping about listening to bad music." Ron stood up. "Look, why not come down to the Common Room, Hermione's been asking after you, she hasn't seen you all day. You're really starting to worry her you know."

Harry smiled. "Hermione always worries too much, you'd think she was my mum or something." He looked up at Ron's concerned face and realised that it wasn't just Hermione who was worried about him. Harry averted his eyes a little guiltily. "You're right Ron, it is about time I left this room. Only I don't think I can face the chaos of the Common Room right now, let's go out for a walk, just you, me and Hermione. It's a really nice evening, I'll meet you two outside near the broom shed, I think I'm going to sneak out and avoid everyone else." He smiled reassuringly at Ron who was frowning. "I won't be long."

Ron left the dormitory to find Hermione as Harry made a half-hearted attempt to tidy himself up. He just didn't see the point in making much of an effort any more, he no longer had anyone to look good for since he and Draco had split up. 'Since you dumped him you twit' Harry reminded himself. It had seemed a good idea at the time; their relationship had been volatile to say the least. Every time they talked, one of them would end up storming off in a rage or breaking down into tears. It had got to the point where Harry was wondering why on earth they had even got together in the first place. Of course, now that they were no longer with each other Harry could think of the hundred and one reasons why it had happened - but it was too late now. At dinner that night Harry had seen the way Draco and Conall had looked at each other; as if they had intimate knowledge of one another, the way Draco and Harry had looked at one another when they had first fallen in love.

Falling. That's what it had been like. Harry used to look into Draco's grey eyes and feel as if he were falling through silver clouds, he would often wonder when he would hit the ground, but he never did. 'Well you've sure hit the ground now... with a thump'. Harry sighed as he pulled on his invisibility cloak and left to meet Hermione and Ron, leaving behind him yet another sad song playing on the wizarding gramophone in the empty dormitory.

The next morning at breakfast Harry tried to put on a cheery disposition to reassure his friends, but he soon stopped when he saw it was having the opposite effect. Ron and Hermione had tried really hard last night to take his mind off a certain silver haired Adonis, but it hadn't really worked. On their walk around the school grounds Harry had been constantly reminded of Draco; that was where they had fooled around under the soft blanket of night, that was where they had been standing when they saw a shooting star and made a wish, that was where... Harry hadn't realised how much he and Draco had got around before they came out to their friends and were able to be together in public.

He frowned over at the Slytherin table where Conall MacDonald was making puppy eyes at Draco, no sneaking around for those two. Harry had been the one to pave the way and now Conall was treading a well-worn path, reaping the benefits with none of the effort. Harry yelped as a sharp elbow jabbed him in his side.

"Stop it Harry," Hermione hissed. "You're practically growling at them. Get over it."

Harry was surprised to find that a growl had actually been building up in the back of his throat; he quickly shovelled some toast into his mouth to stop the growl escaping and nearly choked himself. As he coughed and spluttered he couldn't help but look across the Great Hall to see if Draco was at all concerned, but Draco was too busy playing footsy with his golden haired boytoy to notice a minor thing like his ex lover choking to death.

Harry recovered from his brush with death, only to laugh at the sudden melodramatic turn of his thoughts. Hermione was right, Harry needed to move on with his life, but how was he supposed to just forget the best thing that had ever happened to him?

Harry and Draco had finally got together at the start of sixth year, but what Draco hadn't known at the time was that Harry had spent most of fifth year plotting how to get Draco Malfoy into bed with him. If the Slytherin had known what went on in the saintly Harry Potter's head he would have been shocked - some of the plans he had come up with would have made a Death Eater proud. However, he had finally settled on one plan, which had developed as a result of something he had once heard Draco say. It had been after Potions about half way through fifth year; Harry had heard Draco going on about the new, state-of-the-art broomstick that had just appeared on the market. Ron had made a throwaway comment to Harry about how Draco wouldn't always have his daddy to buy everything for him. Draco had, of course, heard him and spun around to snap, "I always get what I want Weasel, whether it's handed to me on a plate or whether I have to fight for it. I always get what I want."

It had hit Harry then - the trick to getting Draco would be to make him want Harry; the blond always got what he wanted, he just didn't know yet what he wanted, and it was Harry's job to show him. Ok, so it wasn't much of a plan, but it was a start. It had sort of grown and developed from there. The plan ended up being that Harry would flirt outrageously with all of Draco's friends but not Draco. Harry had admitted to himself that it was a long shot, so he had been rather surprised when it had actually worked.

The resulting relationship had been fiery but in Harry's opinion, completely wonderful. And the sex! Harry had never imagined such emotion could reside behind those steel eyes, but when Draco let himself feel and love, he showed such passion that it literally took Harry's breath away. Harry was of the serious opinion that they had had sex in every possible place in and around Hogwarts bar the Great Hall and Dumbledore's office; they had even had sex on Snape's desk in the Potion's classroom, often bringing a smile to Harry's lips when Snape picked on him in Potions. Towards the end of the relationship the passion behind the sex had not been love or even lust, but anger as their arguments had got more and more heated. This was why Harry had ended the relationship, Draco's very presence had become enough to annoy Harry, and he knew that the feeling had been mutual. They hadn't spoken about it then, but Harry now wondered what had caused the anger and friction between them, and if he had been too hasty to end the relationship.

"I shouldn't have ended it," whispered Harry looking across to the Slytherin table where Draco and Conall were sitting. He turned to Hermione who was looking at him incredulously. "I want him back."

"You can't be serious," Hermione exclaimed, pushing a lock of her flyaway hair behind her ear. "your relationship was a disaster. What makes you think he would even want you back? You dumped him, remember? And besides he's with someone else now, look - he's happy. Leave it alone Harry, he won't come back to you."

"I made him want me before, and I'll do it again." Hermione looked at the determined glint in her best friend's eye and sighed. Harry was right, he probably could do it again, but she hoped for everyone's sake that he failed; he and Draco had not been good for each other. Throughout the rest of breakfast Hermione watched her friend plot a way to get Draco Malfoy come running back to him. She could almost see the cogs turning as he contemplated and discarded one idea after another. Finally, a satisfied smile spread across Harry's face and Hermione sighed, she knew he had settled on a cunning plan that would make Draco fall back into his arms.

As they left for their first class of the day, Hermione grabbed Ron's arm and the two fell back slightly behind Harry, who was too absorbed in his own thoughts to even notice.

"What?" asked Ron as they let Harry go on ahead.

Hermione was careful to keep her voice low in case Harry heard her. "He's hatched a plan to get Draco back."

There was no question as to who 'He' was as Ron followed her example and spoke quietly. "Oh no. I was afraid this would happen," he whispered conspiringly, a worried look on his face. "he's been moping about for ages listening to those depressing songs that he likes so much. I suppose it was only a matter of time before he decided he'd made a mistake. So what's his master plan? Or do I really want to know?"

"He hasn't told me what it is, nor is he likely to, but I'm guessing it'll involve Harry doing his usual and tackling the problem head on, with very little subtlety. Poor Draco won't know what hit him."

"Forget 'poor Draco'," hissed Ron. "What about poor Conall? I've got to know him a bit over the last year through his sister and he's a really nice guy, almost as nice as Sorcha. God alone knows what he's doing with Draco Malfoy, but I know he really cares about him. If Harry succeeds in getting Draco back, Conall is going to be heartbroken." Ron shook his head. "I think we should warn them about what Harry's planning, it's only fair."

"We can't; we promised not to interfere after last time, remember?" sighed Hermione. "All we can really do is be around to pick up the pieces when it all falls apart." And with that the two friends caught up to Harry before he noticed their absence, and continued to their classroom in silence, each lost in their own thoughts.

That afternoon Harry had Potions with Hermione, Ron and of course Draco. Harry was sitting beside Hermione, as Ron had gone over to sit beside his girlfriend Sorcha, and Harry had made sure that he was sitting with a good view of Draco.

This was one of the few classes that both Harry and Draco were in; which, being without Conall, who was a sixth year, made it the perfect opportunity for Harry to put his cunning plan into action. He was anticipating his first move so much that he barely noticed the usual taunts and insults thrown his way by Professor Snape. Instead Harry spent the whole hour just gazing at Draco's tightly muscled back, imagining himself running his hands up that back to tangle in Draco's blond hair. Harry loved Draco's hair, he had persuaded the blond to throw out his gel, and now his hair was smooth and fine and just long enough to get a good handful to make him tilt his head back so Harry was able to get at that slender neck he so loved to kiss.

By the end of the lesson Harry's inattention had cost Gryffindor 10 house points, and his fellow students were shooting annoyed glances his way. Harry never even noticed them, instead as soon as the lesson was over he got up and hurried over to Draco's desk and helped him gather his books together. Draco shot him a surprised glance but accepted Harry's help. He was not surprised when Harry whispered to him. "Can I speak to you?"

Draco cocked an elegant eyebrow. "Isn't that what we're doing?"

Harry smiled; it was so good to be this close to Draco after all this time. "I meant can I talk to you in private? We can meet in our classroom in say... ten minutes?" He looked up at Draco from beneath his overgrown hair in that way which had always made Draco go weak at the knees. "You do remember where our classroom is, don't you?" he said softly.

Draco visibly swallowed. "I remember. Why there? Why not somewhere a bit more neutral?"

Harry fought the urge to grin and plastered a serious expression on his face, before continuing in an innocent tone. "Because that way we won't be interrupted. We were never interrupted when we were there, remember? It was one of the few places we could always be sure of that." He flashed Draco a small, shy smile.

Draco glanced round, slightly nervous. The classroom was now empty except for Harry and himself, and of course Ron and Hermione who were trying to look inconspicuous beside the door. "Ok Harry, ten minutes in our classroom, but I can't stay long; I'm supposed to be meeting Conall before Care of Magical Creatures."

"See you in ten then." Harry smiled and left the Potions classroom drawing Ron and Hermione after him without a word, leaving Draco alone and wondering.

Harry pushed open the door to the empty classroom and smiled. It was like old times again with him being ever so slightly late to ensure that Draco was waiting for him; and of course he was. Draco turned as Harry shut the door with a soft click.

"Well Harry, here I am as requested," he said as he opened his arms in a graceful gesture. "what can I do for you?"

Do for me, or do to me?' Harry contemplated wistfully and smiled; what he wouldn't give to be able to fall into those arms, instead he sat down on one of the dusty desks. "Actually, I was hoping you would help me with something."

Draco arched a perfectly shaped eyebrow in surprise. "The great Harry Potter needs my help?" he asked in a mocking yet playful tone. "Whatever would you need my help for? You've always been pretty capable at doing things for yourself."

Harry ducked his head and carefully arranged a shy smile on his face that he happened to know Draco found rather alluring. Looking up he put his plan into action. "Actually I was hoping you could find out if Blaise Zabini was at all interested in me."

Harry watched the surprise streak across Draco's face before being replaced by a carefully neutral mask. 'Oh yes,' thought Harry, 'the old plans are the best'.