Part 2.

I though I would continue this, just to see how it goes. I may give it up if it doesn't go too well. Because for starters, if I don't get too much response I wont have any motivation. Anyway.

Here we go.

This hasn't been Beta read. My beta hasn't got back to me for a while. So the other chapter of - It had to be you - is going to be a while longer, unless someone wants to help me out. Anyway here goes.

The next morning Harry woke with a start. He had the strangest dream. He dreamt that Draco had had an affair, and with Marcus Flint no less, the idea was laughable. He turned sleepily to face his lover only to be met with an empty pillow. He listened carefully, trying to pick out the sounds of the shower or of some movement in the kitchen. Nothing, he turned to look at the closet, it was closed, and so was the laundry hamper, so nobody had got changed this morning. This meant one thing. His god awful dream was actually reality.

He smacked his head, now fully awake and willing the images of Draco and Marcus squashed up in the cubicle to go away. What had he done wrong? What had he done to deserve this?

He climbed out of bed and stumbled around looking for his glasses. He could feel the solitude of the large apartment. He had never been alone at night without knowing exactly where his lover was. It depressed him to no end.

'Ring, ring'

Harry looked around for the phone that kept ringing, even after a few rings it gave him a headache. As per usual he picked the phone up from under a pile of Draco's clothes. He was in such close proximity to them that he could smell Draco's heavenly scent, the scent that had for years made him go wild.

"Hello?" He answered. Trying to keep the tears that were welling up inside down. For he had realised for the first time that these shirts were all he had left of Draco. That his lover was not there, beside him.

"Harry? Hi, it's Oliver. I was just checking up on you, you know, after last night?" Oliver muttered down the phone. His voice cracking after saying the last few words, and Harry could tell that tears were building up in Oliver's eyes.

"Oh, I'm. well. I don't know what I am. I'm completely gutted, I only got to sleep because of some pills and when I did get to sleep I had dreams of the two of them." Harry trailed off, he couldn't say the words, he couldn't make it real.

"Yeah, I know what you mean; I can't stop the action replay in my head." Oliver joked bitterly, sighing heavily at exactly the same time as Harry.

"Do you have any idea where Marcus stayed last night?" Harry asked quietly, wondering if Oliver would have any idea if the boys had been together.

"He stayed at his mum's. His parents are away. He called earlier." Oliver replied heavily.

"Oh, how did things go? By any chance did Draco stay with him?" Harry asked timidly. Unaware that that question was the first one Oliver had asked Marcus.

"No, Draco didn't stay. Marcus asked me out to lunch to talk things over but I said no. I asked how long it had been going on and why he did it. But, he babbled on about not knowing , he did tell that it had been going on since their trip last month. So that was one question. But I hung up on him before he gave anymore answers. I got sick of him, I just couldn't talk to him." Oliver trailed off, letting Harry take all the information in before he continued. "Funny though, that is the first time I have ever heard Marcus beg. Even when we were in bed, he never begged."

Harry laughed along with Oliver, both boys needing to hold on to some sort of Humour, life was suddenly too depressing.

"yeah, well Draco could beg, but not very often. So what are you going to do now?"

"Oh, I don't know." Oliver sighed. "I suppose when I cool off I will talk to Marcus, but I don't want to think of him now. It was such a shock."

"Yeah, I know what you mean. Well I better go, I need to sort myself out. Why don't we go out for dinner?"

"Yeah that would be great, when?" Oliver asked, already looking forward to some company.

"What about tomorrow night, around 7, in that new restaurant beside the Leaky cauldron?"

"Yeah, that would be great; I'll see you then, Bey Harry."

"Bye." He hung up and threw the phone back on the pile of clothes, where it usually lived. He looked around, yet again struck by the loneliness. He turned and went off for a shower.

Ten minutes later as Harry was stepping out of a relaxing shower the doorbell rang.

"Shit." Harry muttered under his breath as he slung a towel around his waist. Something he never usually did, nakedness had never bothered the boys, and after all it was nothing they hadn't seen before.

He padded towards the door, cursing whoever was ringing the bell repeatedly . He opened the door only to slam it shut again. He stood at the closed door, staring at it and he only moved when the door opened and in stepped a rather dishevelled Draco Malfoy.

"Get out." Harry whispered viscously through clenched teeth as Draco shut the door

"Harry, I just want to talk." Pleaded Draco desperately.

"No. Get out." Harry stated a little louder.

"Please."

"GET OUT" Harry screamed, making Draco jump.

"Ok, can I at least get some clothes, I've nothing for work." Draco asked in resignation. He knew that Harry would not talk to him, and He had no reason too. But Draco thought that Harry loved him enough to at least listen.

"Go, don't take too long."

Harry stepped aside to let Draco into their bedroom. After a few minutes Draco re appeared from the bedroom clutching a bag full of clothes.

"I'm staying at the Leaky cauldron if you need me." Draco told Harry, but the Dark haired boy seemingly ignored him.

"Why would I need you? I can survive on my own." Harry spat at Draco, showing his need to protect himself overwhelmed the need to let the comment slip by.

"I never meant to hurt you, I love you far too much. If I had known that it would have happened, Marcus and I. I would have done everything in my power to stop it. I don't even know how it happened." Draco muttered as he left the apartment, praying that it wouldn't be the last time. As the door closed Harry picked up a glass and chucked it at the door, ignoring the smashed glass cluttering the floor. He turned and retreated to the Bedroom to get ready. He planned to go visit his Godfather and Remus; they would be able to help. They were always able to help.

"Harry!" Sirius shouted as his godson appeared with a pop in his living room.

"Hi, Sirius." Harry greeted half heartedly.

"Remus, come here." Sirius screamed down a hall that Harry knew led to his godfather and Remus's bedroom.

Remus appeared, in the sitting room two minutes later. Instantly he knew something was wrong, he may not have been a relative but to him Harry was like a son.

"Harry." Remus asked slowly. "What's wrong?" Remus and Sirius both moved towards the boy-who-lived and caught him as he fell to the floor sobbing.

"We split up, he cheated."

Several hours later Harry was again in the apartment. Remus and Sirius had done wonders at calming him down. The two lovers had talked to Harry about what had happened. They didn't solve anything, but they helped Harry think straight. Harry still didn't want to talk to Draco, but he wanted to know what had happened. He wanted the truth, and the Whole truth.

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