Author's Note: First I want to reply to my first reviewers!

Yuki: Thank you for the review of course! Jerk-Draco is true to his character so I wanted to keep it that way…jerk or not…Draco is still the best right?

Dray-Kun: Thank you too for the review! Draco is a freaking jerk…and that's why we love him! He's my favorite character…I find myself just drooling over him and having the urge to smack him and say "Be nice to Harry!" and of course "SMIRK ALREADY!" Thanks for the applause as well! Thanks again!

Well this chapter is just a continuation from chapter one…it's kind of short…but you get the point. So I'll leave it at that and of course read and review!

Part Two: Merry Christmas Part Two

Harry's voice was muffled…his face still pressed against the floor. He remained lying there…faced away from Draco and the prayer for the night to be over racing through his mind.

"STAND UP POTTER! I can't hear a word you're saying lying there like an idiot!"

Harry slowly picked his exhausted body up off of the floor and turned to face Draco. As usual…those silver eyes shown no emotion…no warmth…no comfort.

"I'm sick."

"What do you mean sick? Go to the fucking infirmary then. Is that all you were going to talk to me about earlier? Your sick…you nearly risked my reputation just because you have a runny nose. I swear Potter…"

"No…I'm sick…I-I don't…think I'll be able to get…better." Harry interrupted softly.

"You're even more pathetic than I thought. Trying to get me to believe that rubbish in order to get me to be your stupid little boyfriend eh? Potter…I'm somewhat flattered that you want to be with me so bad…heck who wouldn't…but-"

"NO YOU SELFISH ARROGANT BIG HEADED SNAKE! I'M SICK! THEY DON'T KNOW WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME! And for once I wanted to believe that you could think of someone besides yourself and help me through this. FOR ONCE…COULD YOU AT LEAST ACT LIKE YOU CARE? I love you…despite all the rules, ridicule and fights you put me down with…despite the fact you have cheated on me with half of the school…despite the way you purposefully put me down to make you feel good…and despite the fact you will never love me…I have always loved you. ALWAYS! And now I come to you telling you I'm dying from some unknown illness and what do you have to say? Oh wait…let me…you probably want me to do Lord Voldemort a favor and go ahead and die…I mean I am wasted space." Harry took a deep breath. Never before had he spoke in such a way to Draco…mainly in fear of causing him to hate him more than he already did.

Draco stood there…speechless for the once. He stood there…he examined Harry. He looked tired…pale…and thinner than usual. Maybe he was sick. Did he say dying? He had to be exaggerating. But He knew Harry wouldn't say such a thing unless he meant it.

Many thoughts, questions and images raced through Draco's mind until he felt a single, frozen, tear travel down his face. Harry Potter was dying. His Harry Potter was dying.

Still standing, motionless, speechless, he wanted nothing more than to reach out but…Malfoy's don't reach out.

"Well…I'm done…that's all I had to say…maybe I'll see you around." Harry sighed as he turned and started walking away.

Draco was screaming, calling out to Harry, pleading for him to come back…but no words escaped from his lips. Then before he could think another thought he noticed Harry stop. Dead in his tracks he stopped walking. Maybe Draco didn't have to say anything for him to realize he needed to come back.

"Harry. It's alright. You can come back. We can keep talking. I don't mind…" He started to smile until Harry turned back around with an unreadable face.

"I forgot to tell you…I bumped into Blaise…he said he's waiting up on you in bed…Oh and Happy Christmas Malfoy." Harry then continued walking until Draco could see him no more.