Firstly, I cant even read mah story on here, mah computer spits at me, but I know other people can read it, which is weird, it lets me log in, but not read any stories..:( Any way.. on with this chapter. This chapter is just Draco. So its going to be short, sorry about that. Also, thank you so much for mah reviews, you make a girl feel oh so special!
And to Fizzy, and Scott! :)

Nothing means yes.

They sat there. Nothing. Together yet alone. They still have to the others. Fearing what they might say. Draco has to tell his father he made his decision. The weight of that shadows him.

Draco, what are you going to tell him?
Im not sure what yet. I don't want to think about it right now. I have to study for classes. I'll see you tomorrow Harry.
He bent down and kissed Harry's shaggy hair, and walked away.
He tripped his way to the Slytherin Commons, mumbled everafter' and stalked to his room.

// I should be happy, I should want to jump with joy. Don't most people feel this way when they are in love? Well think they are in love. I still have to tell father my choice. I bet he will tell me to take it back, to never come around again.//
Draco sulked to his desk, and began to scribble.

Father,
I have made my choice. Im sure you disagree with it. If I get no answer back, I will know what your decision is.
-Draco
Draco tied the letter to his owl. He sat, waiting. He wanted to make out his own thoughts, he wanted to understand the scale of what he just did.

//Ok. I told father that I choose Harry over him. I'm 17 for fucks sake. Im sure I would know if I was doing the wrong thing, I cant breath. What am I doing?//

It is so unusual for a Malfoy to question himself. Or what they are doing. He supposed he should just get some sleep. He took a dreamless sleep potion.
Days later, he still didn't know what made him do write that. He knew this would make him resent Harry. He knew that he would come to hate the name Potter if this ever went wrong.

He woke up, it was a bright and sunny day. He supposed it was the next day. Getting dressed for breakfast, he had stacks of letters, most of them from Harry. He didn't understand why. Then he noticed the date. Four days later. He tossed the letters aside, cursing himself for sleeping so much. One letter was different, he had a green wax crest on the back of it. Not exactly fear, more apprehensive of what it said, he knew what it was from.


-Father.

Nothing, it was blank save . He understood what it meant. Lowered his head, and threw the letter in the common room fire. For nothing confirmed his what he all ready knew. He was back to nothing.


Until the next chapter, which will be much happier, and full of the good' stuff!
Lurve,
Nataliefly.