Harry sighed as he returned to his rooms three days after Christmas, having successfully avoided Severus for yet another day. Sure, he had told Bill he would hear Severus out if he came to him, but that didn't exactly mean he was going to allow it that easily. Besides, he was the Chosen one again, so he had to talk with McGonagall and Dumbledore and current Minister of Magic and the school board and many other people that he had to talk to just because, in his mind, he was a celebrated murderer. Probably the person he had enjoyed talking to the most was McGonagall, who he had spent four hours talking to and had to reschedule his meeting with the Minister because of.

He got to his rooms and opened the door with yet another sigh, only to find there was someone sitting on his bed. Of course, it had to be the number three person on his list of people he didn't want to deal with at the moment (one and two were the minister and Severus), "Oh, hi Draco."

"You don't sound too happy about me being here," Draco said, it was not a question.

"I had been expecting to go to bed, it's not that I'm not happy to see you, I'm just tired." Harry responded, taking off his cloak to get more comfortable.

"You've also been avoiding me," Draco accused, "Severus and I both."

"I've had a lot of people to talk to, now that I'm the boy-who-lived again." Harry replied, taking his usual seat in the window.

"No, you just don't want to deal with us, which is why you're avoiding me, and more importantly Severus. He doesn't even know why you left him, the two of you need to figure this out." Draco's voice was rising, and Harry could tell that he was in lawyer-mode.

"I find it strange that you, of all people, would want me and Severus to get back together." Harry said critically, and Draco's face fell.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"You know exactly what I'm talking about."

"If I did, I wouldn't have asked you."

"Or you just think that you're too good of an actor for anyone to figure you out." Harry suggested, "I don't know if anyone else knows, but I know you like Severus."

Draco faltered, "Well, he's my godfather, of course he's a friend of mine."

"Yes well, that's not the kind of like I'm talking about," Harry said with a bitter smile spreading across his face, "You love him, you do know, and you did while I was married to him."

"I did not!" Draco yelled.

"Then why did you not talk to him for a month after our marriage?" Harry asked, and Draco couldn't answer, so he continued, "Why did you wait for him to come back from a mission after switching sides in the war? Why were you always staring at him whenever you thought no one was looking? Why did you take a crucio that was aimed at him during the final battle?"

"Fine," Draco said, stopping him from going further, "I fell in love with him fifth year, never had the guts to act on it, and then he got married to you. End of story."

"No it's not," Harry argued, "When I left after the war was over, you supposedly left a couple days later. Did you talk to him during those two days?"

"Yes." Draco answered shortly.

"And let me guess, he was only concerned about me, wasn't he?" Harry barely waited for Draco to nod before continuing, "That's why you left, isn't it? You had hoped that with me gone he may start liking you."

"Yeah, and you know what he did, he cried, he cried because of you and I realized that he would never be as happy with me as he was with you. So I left, because I couldn't stand being here when I could only focus on him moping about you. So I left, and when I came back, I thought I could deal with it as long as he didn't know who I was, and now he does." Draco finally admitted.

"Then why don't you tell him you love him?" Harry asked.

"Because he still loves you." Draco said, "And as long as he's happy, I think I can deal with this. So, will you go have dinner with him tomorrow night, at least talk things over?"

Harry thought it over for a minute, "Fine, but I won't promise that anything will happen."

"You're trying, that at least counts for something." Draco said as he stood and left the room.

Harry heard the door close and rubbed the bridge of his nose, "I'm going to regret this."

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(A/N: Sorry for the delay, my life is growing increasingly hectic. Please review!)