Disclaimer: These boys don't belong to me, they belong to J.K.R., of course! I just play.

A/N: So again, this is a side-chapter to the story Lexi & I are writing, Always & Forever. This is Harry's reaction to chapter 11, Draco's most recent letter to Harry, so I recommend you read that first! Much love to everyone who's stuck with us, we love you guys!

Harry,

I don't understand what you want from me. You say you don't know what you would do without my friendship (alright, Mr Publicity, I'll admit it), but sometimes you say things that make me think— And then there was the interview. I'm not sure you even realise how much you reveal sometimes. Or maybe I'm just reading too much into things?

"Shit. Shitshitshit," was all that ran through Harry's mind as he started reading Draco's letter. What the hell had he been thinking during that interview? What was wrong with him? Why on earth could he not control his brain-to-mouth filter? It wasn't like he was even sure that he liked Draco. Well, yeah, he liked Draco...but his interview had implied so much more than a friendship, and he knew it. He was actually getting along with the man for once, what had possessed him to screw this up?

Harry quickly scratched out a reply to Draco's opening paragraph on a blank sheet of parchment.

Draco,

Yepp, you're definitely reading too much into things. There's no way the interview meant what you think it meant. Absolutely not. Nope. Unless you just thought it meant friendship, in which case you're totally right. Definitely. Friendship is a yes.

Harry sighed and put down his quill. Well that wasn't incriminating in the slightest. He looked as though he was guilty and hastily trying to correct assumptions. Which, of course, he was, but there had to be a better way to do that. Harry turned back to the letter.

You never had quite the same easy finesse in our conversations at school.

Harry almost snorted. Well of course not. In school he had generally only spoken to Draco when necessity dictated that he had to, or when he was so furious he could barely string a sentence together. Much less one with 'finesse'.

I know they're your friends, and I'm sorry, but that is not fucking okay Harry.

Harry couldn't help but feel warmed by Draco's indignant rant against Ron's reaction. It was nice to find he had someone on his side. Unexpected, but nice. Draco's comments about losing Ron's friendship were ones Harry couldn't make himself agree with, but the utter indignation on Harry's behalf still made him feel good.

As Harry read through the rest of the letter, his thoughts remained on those first few paragraphs. How was he supposed to fix this? If he denied the implications he looked guilty. If he ignored them, he looked guilty as well, but if he confirmed them...well, that would be the end of his friendship with Draco, and, well, Harry couldn't live with that. Not now. So that meant either denying or ignoring, no matter how guilty it made him look. At least then any suspicions would still be just that...suspicions.

And anyways, there was nothing to confirm. He was definitely not 'in like' with Draco. He definitely just wanted him as a friend. That was it. No harm in that.

His stomach suddenly dropped as he remembered the warmth he felt at Draco's anger towards Ron, and Harry felt himself go cold.

"I am so screwed," he moaned, and he dropped his head to the table in front of him.