Hey guys! This is going to be a short chapter but the next one will be full of stuff, promise! I hope y'all enjoy.

Disclaimer: I am definitely not J.K.R Cause "Oh my Rowling", if I was I would flip

Hermione finally left after trying to get me to talk and giving up. I sat curled up in my chair staring into the fireplace. For hours I sat there until a knock came at my door. I heard a quiet conversation going on outside.

"I know he's in there. See if you can get in."

"Hermione, if he doesn't want to be bothered then leave him alone."

"Ron. Stop telling me what to do. Harry is completely disheveled and I don't know what to do. Draco is the only one that can help him figure things out. He has to talk to him or atleast try."

"If Malfoy doesn't want to confront this then don't make him. If he wants to be a prick and leave Harry without any explanation then let it be. Who knows, maybe it's for the best."

"That would be the worst thing ever, Ron. Draco cannot live without Harry as his mate. Now that Harry knows Draco's powers will start to weaken and he might die. Harry might never be able to move past that." By this point I had stood and walked to the door. My ear had been pressed firmly to the wood to hear what they had to say. I threw open the door as Ron began to speak again.

"Hermione, please. Leave it alone." at the sight of me Ron paused then went on. "Oh, Draco. I didn't think you'd want to talk to us."

"I couldn't help but over hear the conversation outside my chamber doors." with a wary glance at Ron I invited them in.

"Is Harry really not okay? All I care about is whether he is taking the news as I expected."

"He has calmed down a bit but he's still a little shocked. Draco, you should just go talk to him. I think he needs you." Hermione pleaded. "Just let him know that you two can figure this out together."

I knew she was right that I had to try but I did not want to upset Harry anymore. "Maybe I should let him take it in on his own time."

"Fine. I am done here. Don't come asking for help from me anymore Draco. If you can't do what's right then just forget it."

Hermione drug Ron out of the room and slammed the door.

It had been two weeks since Harry found out that I was a Veela and that he was my mate. I had not seen him since he fled from my rooms and I had begun to grow weaker. I had not been out of my chambers but my mother had checked on me every other day to see if there had been any change. I was expecting her to show up soon but instead of the sound of an entrance from the firplace I heard a knock on my door.

"Coming." I weakly shouted at the door. I pulled it open to reaveal a worried looking Harry Potter. He flung his arms around me and began to cry.

"Harry, I can't hold you up. What is the matter?"

"Oh, Draco. Please tell me you forgive me? I am so sorry for doing this to you, my love. Hermione explained everything. I'm here now, please be okay."

"Harry, how could you have anything to be sorry for. I should be begging for forgiveness not you. I wish there was a way to take it back so I wouldn't have hurt you."

As Harry pulled away from the embrace I saw tears running down his cheeks. "Please, don't cry Harry. Everything will be fine now." As I leaned in for a kiss I woke with a start.

Harry being here was all a dream. The tears were mine and things were never going to get better.