Disclaimer:I don't own Harry Potter or Draco Malfoy. If I did, then I'd be a rich and famous J.K.R. which I'm not.

Sequel to "Hello". There will be a third installment to this as well, eventually. Dedicated to njferrell.

ENJOY!

- Silent Incision

Draco picked up his coffee and took a sip, careful not to burn his tongue on the scalding liquid. He was extremely nervous, though you couldn't see it on his face.

This was the day that he was meeting Harry.

He checked his watch for what felt like the millionth time. 3:06. Where is he? Draco growled slightly in annoyance. Harry owled him, finally replied to his many phone calls, set up this meeting, and then had the nerve to be late? It made him half want to leave without seeing the other boy. But Draco knew he would never do that, not to Harry Potter. After all, he –

"Draco!" his angry thoughts were interrupted by none other than Harry Potter. He killed Voldemort, but couldn't show up on time for coffee. "Sorry I'm late. I had a run in with Josh. I was having a hard time getting him to leave, he was pretty pissed with me. I really am sorry though." He smiled shyly at the blonde, removing his coat, scarf, and gloves and sat down in the chair opposite to Draco.

"Who's Josh?" Draco asked. He knew that this man had been living with Harry, but not knowing who exactly he was had been driving him slightly crazy this past week.

"He was my flat-mate. We were together once, a while ago now." Harry looked away, refusing to meet Draco's eyes, before continuing. "He still likes me, always had I think. So he always became jealous whenever I so much as called other men. It was a mistake, a stupid, drunken mistake, to hook up with him in the first place, but I suppose that there's no changing that." At this point, a waiter walked over to their table to take Harry's order. He requested a hot chocolate before turning back to Draco with an apologetic look on his face. "I really am sorry, you know."

"Why'd you two break up? If you don't mind me asking."

To his amusement, Harry blushed at the question, still not quite meeting Draco's eyes. "I, uhh, liked someone else. Didn't think it was fair to string Josh along like that. He looks like the other guy, I think that's why I feel for him, physically at least. I couldn't keep dating him when I knew it was mainly just because he looks like…the other guy. Could we talk about something else, please?" now Harry did meet Draco's eyes, and surprised the older boy.

"What happened to your glasses? If I remember correctly, you're blinder than a bat without them. How can you see anything?" the question got a laugh from Harry, easing the tension between the two.

"Well, that really is a subject change. I got contacts when I first moved into Muggle London." Seeing Draco's confused look, he explained. "Contacts are like glasses, except just the lens. They're soft, too, not hard glass, and you stick them directly onto your eyes." He laughed once more at Draco's shudder. "They did take some getting use to, but I think I look nicer this way." There was a pause, as Harry seemed to pick his words carefully. "And you. You look really nice with your hair that length. You look good, Dray."

"Thanks. So do you." There was an uncomfortable pause. "Harry, we – "

"Look, Draco – "

They both tried talking at once. Draco motioned for Harry to continue, his face unreadable.

"Draco, I'm sorry."

"You keep saying this. But your tardiness really doesn't matter that much." He tried a smile, hoping it would make this talk a little bit easier. It didn't.

"That's not what I'm apologising for and you know it. I'm sorry for leaving. I'm sorry for not telling you that I was leaving, or giving you a note or anything. I'm sorry for not letting you know I'm alright, I'm just sorry. Sorry for the past four years. I just needed to get away, need to get some time to myself to think things through, to make up my mind about some things."

"And it took you four years to do that? You have no clue what it was like for me, or for any of your friends, do you? I go over to your flat the next day, and you're gone! That place is empty, nothing left there. No note, no one knew you were leaving, nothing. So I write Granger, all of the Wealseys. Even Longbottom! No one knows where you are. And then I get every single one of the Weasleys aparating into my living room, demanding to know what it was that I had done that made you disappear! And then, every single day for the four years after that, I had to live with the guilt of knowing that if I had've just shut my stupid bloody mouth that night, then maybe you wouldn't have left! You really have no bloody idea, do you?" Draco shook his head in disgust at the boy staring at him slightly open-mouthed from across the table. "Maybe this meeting wasn't such a good idea."

He stood, grabbing his coat and scarf. "I should just go." He started to walk away when Harry grabbed his arm roughly, spinning him around.

"Wait. Just…wait. Please. I know that I messed things up, and I don't expect you to forgive me for what I did. And you're right, I don't have any idea what I put you lot through. But just hear me out, alright? Please. Just hear me out, and then you can leave if you want to. Though I'd much prefer it if you don't want to leave, but it's up to you."

Draco grudgingly sat down again. "Fine. But you'd better have a good explanation for it."

Harry smiled for a second, glad that Draco was sitting down and listening, albeit unhappily. "Like I said, I needed to sort some things out on my own. I'm not going to lie, if it wasn't for the argument that we had that night, I probably wouldn't have left. But we can't change that, and I'm not dumb enough to believe that the fight was your fault. I know that I initiated it, and I didn't exactly try to stop the fight either, at the time. I should've though. I shouldn't have let it go on like that, I was wrong. But do you want to know something that I decided while I was gone? I can't be with someone who refuses to tell his own family about us being together. No, let me finish, please." He said as he saw Draco open his mouth to say something, probably an angry reply about how he was keeping it from them to protect Harry. He had heard that argument before, and didn't want to fight right now.

"I know why you didn't tell them. I understand, and I think it was really sweet that you were trying to protect me, but Draco…I don't need protection. I really don't. And I know, you say that I don't know your father like you do, which is true, but I still think that I can protect myself from him, if it comes to that." He leaned forward, elbows propped on the table. "If I'm going to be with you, or anyone else, I don't want it to be a secret. Especially not if they come from a pure-blood family, where their parents will try to marry them off. Can you understand that?"

Draco nodded slowly. Of course he understood Harry's reasoning, but that doesn't make it any easier to accept it. "I'm assuming that that wasn't the only thing you decided upon in four years. What else should I know?" his face was unreadable once again, knowing that whatever Harry had left to say would probably be hard for him to hear.

"Well, I, uhh…I don't exactly know how to say it. I never actually imagined that you'd accept my offer to talk about things. I didn't think I'd ever actually say this to you." He paused and took a long sip from his hot chocolate. "Well, I told you that I miss you, miss us. And that's true. But I just…I think you should know this." He took a deep breath, eyes staring at a spot of the table before rushing on ahead quickly. "I was with guys other than Josh. I mean…you know what I mean. I thought that maybe if I was with someone else, things would make a bit more sense to me, concerning you. None of them meant anything though. And it worked, I came to realise something. I still cared about you. A lot. And I tried really, really hard to suppress this, because I never thought that you'd want anything to do with me again. But to tell you the truth, Draco…I came to realise, quite soon actually, that I love you."

He bit his bottom lip sharply upon saying those words, afraid to see Draco's reaction. They had been together for a year before his disappearance, but neither of them had every admitted to loving the other, preferring to leave their relationship in a way that they felt was more relaxed.

There was silence for what felt like an eternity before Draco pushed his chair away from the table with a loud scrape and stood, giving Harry a confused look before leaving the café.

"Draco!" Harry called, rushing after him. But by the time he had exited the café, the blonde haired man was gone. That didn't go too well. Harry thought ruefully to himself as he tossed a few Sickles onto the table and disaperating back to his flat.

Did you like it? Hopefully it cleared up a few questions, keep your eyes peeled for part 3!