Author's comments: Fear not people this is a work in progress. Hey Sensei-Ninja, I read "I Know What You Want" and all I have to say is "Back off Ron" Harry needs Hermione. Any who, for those of you who want to know if Harry and Draco are going to get back together then you'll have to unscramble these letter (yes, I know I'm cruel):

Yftcuhlrsoeieowl (hint: there are four separate words. Good Luck.)

P.S. If you figure out the words please don't say anything about the answer in the reviews.)

Chapter 2: Heartbreak and Comfort

The place Harry apparated to was a small villa on the shore of a small island off the coast of France. The villa was to be a surprise for Draco. For an hour Harry just sat on the floor, staring at the wall.

I must not deserve love after all if I can be shown up by Neville Longbottom. How long had it been going on? Why was I so blind? Well never again, never will I fall so easily for loving words and a kind façade. I don't need Draco. I don't. The words "I don't" flew through Harry's head like a mantra, masking his true feelings and thoughts. He finally broke out of his tormented thoughts to get some rest. He lit the fireplace as soon as he walked through the door to the master bedroom. He changed into his pajamas and then gently folded his wedding robes... right before he threw them into the fire to watch them burn.

Something that special will never be for me.

With that last thought he threw himself on the bed and fell into a fitful sleep.

(Two hours earlier at Hogwarts)

Hermione had never been so confused in her life. One minute she was helping her best friend prepare for his wedding and the next minute she's walking to a broom closet because the wedding was called off. She reached the broom closet and did not like what she saw.

"Neville, you little bitch!" she hissed. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

The two lovers jumped around in surprise only to be faced with hell on earth. Hermione did not look the least bit happy to see either of them, and that was an understatement. They were trying to save face when they heard footsteps coming their way.

I am in deep shit. Draco, who hadn't known that the wedding had already been called off, feared that it was Harry who would be rounding that corner to do exactly that.

"Hermione, what's all the..." Ron trailed off as he got a good look at the two in front of the broom closet. Dean, Blaise, Pansy, and Snape were right behind him with their jaws hanging wide open.

"I can exp-" Draco started to talk but was cut off by a painful fist in the nose, curtsey of Hermione.

"You can explain? Explain what? That you've been shagging in the broom closet with Neville? Or that you gave up something grand for a cheap thrill? You little bastards! I'll hex you into oblivion!" Just before Hermione could pull out her wand she was grabbed from behind by her boyfriend, Blaise.

"Darling, as much as a bastard they are, I don't think that's what Harry would want."

"I agree Mr. Zambini. I think that I should talk to these two, alone if the rest of you wouldn't mind." Snape was suddenly standing alone with only Draco and Neville.

Sorry it's so short but I ran out of time, I promise that the next chapter will be longer. Oh, and I have nothing against Neville, I just thought that Draco needed someone different to cheat with. Tata.