Hey, it's chapter three! So, yeah, this is great, I'm getting it up, and once I find my plan sheet, I'll be able to get more of it out. I also plan for the chapters to get a lot longer too!

Warnings… nothing yet, future slash.

Lucius Malfoy frowned as his eight year old son's spoon clattered to the table. "Draco. What are you doing?" Draco didn't answer, his face had gone very ashen all of a sudden.

Narcissa frowned too, in a worried manner, and started up from her chair. "Are you alright Draco, dear? You look ill suddenly." A look from Lucius and she sank back down into her chair, but continued to gaze worriedly at her son.

Draco took a deep breath, and seemed to come back to himself a little. "Um…no, mother, I'm feeling sort of strange. Father, may I be excused?" The boy remained where he was, sitting respectfully in his chair until his father dismissed him. The boy was learning, at least, not standing to leave before being given permission anymore. Lucius gave him that permission easily, it took all of Draco's will power not to run from the dining room.

"Harry?!? Are you still there? I'm sorry Harry I was with my family, I can't do this around them! Are you there?"

"Yes, Draco, I'm still here. Sorry I interrupted you… I can go if you want."

"No! No Harry, don't go." Draco took a moment and caught his breath. "I'm ok now Harry. Did you want me for something, or just to talk?"

Draco had no way of knowing that Harry was sitting in his bedroom blushing furiously.

"I… I guess I just wanted to talk to you, Draco. And to ask you… something. Umm, has it been getting harder for you to call to me lately?"

Draco had a sneaking suspicion that hadn't been what Harry wanted to talk about, but he said nothing about it. "Well, yeah, actually it has. I didn't really think that much about it, I guess I just figured it was getting harder as we grew up, but that sounds stupid now, doesn't it?"

There was no amusement in Harry's voice. "Not stupid Draco. Just not right, I guess. I think I thought that for a little while too. But it's been getting way harder. I checked the clock just now. I'd been calling you for a whole hour before you heard me."

Draco's eyes widened, and he put his hand over his mouth. "An hour? That's forever! I spoke to you like two minutes after I heard you, and I only heard you once!"

"We have to do something about this Draco. I…" Draco thought he heard a hitch in Harry's voice. "I don't want to lose you. You're the only friend I have."

Harry sounded so lonely, it nearly broke Draco's heart. He felt his eyes tearing up. "I… don't worry Harry. You're my best friend. I love you. We'll fix this. I won't lose you."

It was then that Harry uttered those words. Draco knew Harry had never said those words to anyone before, whereas Draco used them hundreds of times a day. To his mother, to his friends, to his toys, it was Draco's way of conveying his feelings for others. But to Harry, they meant something deeper, something he didn't understand himself, and couldn't explain to Draco.

"I… I love you too Draco."

"Harry?"

Draco was very paranoid. He'd been trying to call Harry for hours, and the boy just wasn't answering. "Harry? Are you there? Please, talk to me Harry!" This last was a mental shout, all the panic in Draco's mind reverberating, scaring him even more. There was just no sign of Harry's presence. He was gone.

Yikes. What's happening? Poor Draco. He's not used to being alone. What's he gonna do? Is Harry ever gonna come back? LOL. I know… but you don't… yet XD