A/N: Surprise! It's only been a year since I last posted a story, but when one pops into your head and you get on a roll, a story is created! I'm sure many of you have heard the song Say Something by A Great Big World (side note: that song is theirs and I take no credit for it, I just used it for inspiration). I like the song, but it's so sad which creates a great Drarry story :). Now when I originally started this story, I had something else in mind, but as what usually happens, it went in a different direction that I really like. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it!

Summary: Harry and Draco both work at the Ministry: Harry as an auror, and Draco in the Department of Mysteries. The two had been dating for many years, when Draco started to change drastically and Harry simply couldn't take it anymore. What happens next is a journey that Draco must take in order to get Harry back and it will be a dangerous journey.

Another side note: There are some flashbacks in the story and I will mark them so it doesn't get confusing.

Say Something

Chapter 1

I've heard that love can surprise you. I've heard that you can find love in the most unexpected places. I've heard that you can fall out of love just as easily as you fell in. I've heard that love can last a lifetime.

There are lots of things I've heard about love, but when you have the kind of love that I have, the unexpected and difficult kind, the rules of love don't apply. I fell hard for someone, a former enemy, and he made me so happy, for so long. Somewhere along the way, we lost each other. I'm not sure if it was my fault. I think it was, but I don't know. Maybe there were things that I did, that I didn't realize that I had done. We had fought and made up so many times that I've lost count. After our last fight, we talked and had a very long discussion. At least, I think we talked. I'm not really sure. I don't know where my head has been these past few months.

I sighed and looked around the pub. A band was setting up. I heard the pub door open and I looked over. Blaise and Theo were walking in, coming towards me. I turned back and looked down at my empty pint.

"Hey, mate," Blaise said as he slapped me on the shoulder and sat down next to me. Theo patted me on the other shoulder and sat on the other side of me. They both motioned to the bartender who set about making their drinks.

"Surprised to see you here. You've been so busy at work. What mysteries are they cooking up now?" Theo commented.

I snorted. "You know I can't tell you that."

Blaise chuckled. "We know. It's just, Draco, you've been working a lot. Do you realize that you haven't left the ministry for three months? I mean you've gone home and slept and maybe eaten, but that's about it. When was the last time you made time for anyone?"

I frowned. Had it really been three months since I had left my work? I was working on a secret project, as are all projects in the Department of Mysteries, and since I am the only one working the project I suppose I did spend a lot of time working, but had it really been three months? "Has it really been that long?"

Blaise and Theo looked at one another. "Yes," they said in unison. I looked closely at them both. They looked worried. I frowned and looked down at my pint again. Three months?

"Good evening. We are the Golden Snitches and we are your entertainment for the night so sit back and relax!" the lead singer announced with a sonorus charm. The band started to play.

"Draco, when was the last time you saw him?" Theo questioned.

I looked at him. Him? My eyes widened. When was the last time I had seen him? "I don't know…." I trailed off, unable to comprehend the fact that I couldn't remember the last time I had seen the love of my life and we even lived together.

"Um, excuse me folks. It appears that we have a special song request," the lead singer paused. Draco turned to look at him. He was reading something and frowning. He looked up again and cleared his throat. "Um, Draco Malfoy, this is for you," the lead singer continued. He scanned the room looking apologetic.

I frowned. Blaise and Theo shifted uncomfortably next to me. Who would request a song that was meant for me?

The band began playing and the tune was so sad. I was entranced by the song.

Say something, I'm giving up on you
I'll be the one, if you want me to
Anywhere I would've followed you
Say something, I'm giving up on you

And I am feeling so small
It was over my head
I know nothing at all

And I will stumble and fall
I'm still learning to love
Just starting to crawl

Say something, I'm giving up on you
I'm sorry that I couldn't get to you
Anywhere I would've followed you
Say something, I'm giving up on you

And I will swallow my pride
You're the one that I love
And I'm saying goodbye

Say something, I'm giving up on you
And I'm sorry that I couldn't get to you
And anywhere I would've followed you (Oh-oh-oh-oh)
Say something, I'm giving up on you

Say something, I'm giving up on you
Say something...

The song ended and I sat there, tears in the corners of my eyes and my heart racing. Blaise and Theo started to reach out towards me. I shook my head. I threw some money on the bar and rushed out of the pub. My mind was racing. The song was still playing in my head. I had to get home.

I arrived at the apparition point and nearly splinched myself in a rush to get home. I arrived in one piece and ran up to our modest home and rushed in the door.

"Harry!" I cried as I started rushing through the house looking for him. "Harry! Where are you?" My voice caught in my throat as I searched every room for him. He wasn't there. I stopped, breathing heavily and looked around. His stuff was gone. Every last item that he had brought into our home was gone. I walked into our shared quarters and opened the closet. His side was empty. Nothing was left. My bottom lip began to quiver as I stumbled over to our bed and sat down. I dropped my head into my hands and sat there, trying to breathe, but my chest felt constricted and my heart wouldn't stop pounding. He was gone. He had said goodbye….

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Flashback

I sat in my small office at the ministry, looking over some paperwork that had been sent down to me from the auror department. We worked closely with the auror department, or at least as closely as we could considering the Department of Mysteries was meant to be, well, a mystery. I sat back and closed my eyes. A knock sounded at my open door and I opened one eye to see who was at my door. Within seconds my eyes were both open and both wide.

"Excuse me, Malfoy, I'm just here to check on the status of some paperwork that was turned in. We need to have it prepped for the Wizengamot as they are trying a suspect next week," Harry Potter said from my doorway.

I hadn't seen Potter in a long time. He had gone into auror training shortly after school was over and I took an ability test that the Ministry offered and tested high in the Department of Mysteries so I decided to see where that led me. That had been a few years ago. He looked amazing. He had always been good looking in the heroic, poor boy sort of way. Looking at him now, the poor boy was gone, but the hero was still there and he looked damn fine.

Potter had grown a bit taller since school, still shorter than me, but taller than he had been. His hair was cut shorter, a little less unruly, and his round specs had been replaced with stylish frames that seemed to make his beautiful green eyes pop more. The muscles beneath his robes were defined. I couldn't find a single thing that I didn't like about what I was seeing.

I took a deep breath before I stood and walked around my desk, to the front. I leaned against it and crossed my arms. "What's the case number?" I asked in a cool voice.

Potter looked down at the parchment in his hand. "011129281124," he replied. I watched him for a moment and he looked at me expectantly. I sighed and walked back around my desk and sat down again. I opened a large book that had all our case files listed and their locations.

"Have a seat, Potter. It will take me a few minutes to find the case file. We've got a lot of files here," I said as I gestured to the seats in front of me. He hesitated for a moment, but sat down.

I watched him out of the corner of my eye as he looked around my office. "Did you get married?" he asked.

I stopped my scanning of files and looked up at him. "Excuse me?" I wasn't sure if I had heard him right and his question seemed so random.

He cleared his throat. "Well, I, uh, had heard that you were getting married so I was just curious if you had…" he trailed off at the end.

I smiled slightly because I saw a glimpse of the old, uncomfortable Potter from Hogwarts. "Um, no, that didn't happen. It had been all arranged, but then I told my parents that she wasn't my preference and the marriage never happened," I explained.

He lifted an eyebrow. "Preference?" he questioned.

I smiled a bit more. "Don't you read the Prophet?"

He shook his head. "I don't read that trash. I prefer the Quibbler," he replied.

I nodded in agreement. "I agree, the Prophet is trash. I'm pretty sure that Luna had written something about the marriage not happening in the Quibbler as well," I said.

Potter shrugged. "I've been out of touch with the news," he said quietly, looking away.

I was intrigued by his response. As a man who worked in the Department of Mysteries, I wasn't a stranger to the concept of keeping secrets. "Well, I came out, stating that my preference was not witches, but wizards instead. My father didn't take it well, but he's over it now so its fine," I explained.

Harry's eyes widened a fraction in surprise. He nodded and then looked away. Huh, no snarky response? Interesting. "That's really great," he commented absently. He stood up and walked towards a display case that had several weird and interesting artifacts that I had encountered during my time with the Department of Mysteries. I admired him from this distance.

"Didn't you get married?" I asked him. I saw him stumble slightly and reach out for the cabinet edge. I lifted an eyebrow. I saw him gulp and I knew that I had touched on a nerve.

He cleared his throat. "Um, no, I didn't. We were going to, but it didn't work out…." He trailed off and then glanced back over at me. His cheeks were red. I had embarrassed him.

"Well, that's in the past. Time to move forward, eh?" I commented, trying to lighten the mood. Potter nodded slightly and then walked back over and sat down. He wouldn't make eye contact with me. This was awkward.

I returned my attention to my ledger and after a few more tense moments, I found the file he was looking for. I reached for my wand and saw Potter twitch towards his own wand. I chuckled and shook my head. I muttered under my breath as I swished my wand around for a couple of seconds. I set my wand back in its holster as a file appeared on my desk. I picked it up and handed it to him.

"Please confirm the case number and the name," I stated in a professional tone. Potter nodded and looked down. He scanned the number and opened the file, scanning that as well. He nodded again and looked up at me.

"Thank you, Malfoy. It was nice to see you. Really," he said as he smiled the most handsome smile I had ever seen. I could feel my cheeks warming at his smile.

"Um, you're welcome. Nice to see you as well," I said as I stood up from my desk. We stared awkwardly at one another for a moment before Potter nodded and started for the door. "Wait!" I called out to him, but immediately regretted it after old childhood fears bubbled to the surface. I pushed them down, put on a brave face, and looked at him again. "So, would you like to get a drink sometime?"

Potter's eyes widened. "Uh, yeah, that would be great," he said. It took everything in me not to stand there with my mouth gaping open in surprise. That was not the response I was expecting.

"Okay, great, um, I'll owl you," I replied, my voice shaking slightly. He nodded once again and then left my office with a small wave. I was getting a drink with Harry Potter. I sat down heavily in my chair and I'm pretty sure I had a goofy grin on my face that no Malfoy should ever have.