Yay!! finally I have written the sequel to 'don't turn around'!! I've had so much work to do so it's been a while in coming!!

Title: Don't Turn Around Part 2
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating:pg
Summary: An ending, maybe a beginning.
Warning: Slash, angst
Disclaimer: I own nothing, they're all JK Rowling's creation. I am making no profit on them.




A/N: Beta-ed by the wonderful captainlogic.


The movement in Draco’s peripheral vision caught his attention, and what he saw there made his breath catch in his throat.

His glass slipped from nerveless fingers. It seemed to shatter in slow motion; the shards flying over the floor, the expensive wine forgotten as it splashed onto his shoes. The chatter of the guests around him faded away as he stared into clear green eyes. He found that he couldn’t move, yet his whole body seemed to shake, and all he could feel was his heart thudding in his chest as he tried to breathe.

The man across the room smiled shyly, ducking his head slightly, but Draco never broke eye contact; he was afraid that if he did the brunet would disappear. Harry started to walk towards him and the blond panicked. He so desperately wanted to go to him, to hold him in his arms to reassure himself that he wasn’t imagining it, that this time it was real. But he knew that if he did, he wouldn’t leave.

It was so hard to go the first time, and he didn’t think he could do it again.

Harry stopped a few steps away, giving Draco a chance to breathe. The blond looked at Harry, taking in all the details he had missed. He barely recognised the man in front of him; a lot had changed in two years.

His pale, drawn face had been replaced by healthy tan skin, his limp hair had returned to its naturally wild state that Draco had always loved to run his hands through, but most of all it was Harry’s eyes that were different. No longer were they the dark lifeless green which showed the depths of his pain to anyone who cared to look; instead they were the emerald green he had fallen in love with; the ones that showed life and love. He remembered the precise way in which they had lightened when he laughed, or how they darkened when they made love.

Merlin, he missed Harry.

“Draco.”

The one word almost undid the blond, and he pulled a shaking hand through his hair, finally breaking the eye contact by glancing at the floor.

“I wanted to see you,” the brunet said softly, “to thank you.”

Draco didn’t say anything for a moment, trying to pull himself together. “Where have you been?” he asked finally, daring to glance up. The brunet smiled ruefully.

“Here, there. Nowhere. I had to escape for a while,” he replied, his cheeks flushing as he rubbed his neck nervously.

“You were gone two years,” Draco said sharply.

Harry nodded his head slowly, “It took me a while to accept everything,” he paused hesitantly, “I’m still not completely… I mean I still have bad days…” he trailed off, his eyes watching Draco as if waiting for something.

“Why did you come here?” Draco asked, more harshly than he meant to.

“I’m here to thank you. You were there for me when I was at my lowest; what you did by leaving… you made me face myself. I couldn’t look to you for help anymore. You were right,” Harry looked away nervously, “and I’m sorry.”

Draco was stunned. He had expected Harry to hate him for leaving him, but here he was thanking him. He stared at him, taking every detail in trying to imprint the image in his mind, because he felt for sure the brunet would turn and walk away out of Draco’s life forever. And Merlin, he still loved Harry. He loved him so much he wanted to wrap his arms around the man and never let go, but he knew it had to be Harry’s move.

“I’m glad. That you’re coping better,” Draco answered slowly. Harry looked up at that, his eyes burning with intensity. For a moment Draco’s breath caught in his throat; he could see something in the brunet’s eyes, something he hardly dared hope for.

“You said to me… you said to come back to you…” Harry whispered.

Draco’s heart seemed to stop and the world started to spin when he heard the words.

An eternity seemed to stretch between them whilst Draco stood unable to move. Pain flickered in Harry’s eyes before he glanced to the floor and started to turn away.

This spurred Draco into action. He stepped forwards, feet crunching the broken glass and he grasped Harry’s arm, desperately trying to stop him from turning away. The brunet turned his head to look at Draco over his shoulder, his face guarded.

Draco leaned forwards pulling Harry back around to face him, his hand reaching to stroke Harry’s cheek, his breath ghosting over the brunet’s lips. For the first time in two years, he felt at peace, and he smiled.

“Don’t turn around,” he whispered.



For the previous chapter: Part 1