Do you remember that bullshit people say, "After every storm comes a rainbow?" Trust me, that is rubbish. There is no sunshine or rainbows when it comes to the love life of a wizard. (well, maybe a little rainbow ;) if you know what i mean) and not just any wizard, its the Boy Who Lived, and the son of the most devoted *cough* cowardish *cough* death eater around. The thing about the wizarding world is that there are no guarantees that you'll live. Nor there are any guarantees of a happy life. But maybe, just maybe, Harry and Draco are willing to risk it all...