He puts on a robe.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm not doing anything."

"Then, where are you going?"

"Nowhere,"

"Where are you going?"

He leaves the room.

She doesn't hear anything else.

Minutes ticks by.

He comes back in.

"What were you doing?"

"Nothing…just went to the loo,"

"I didn't hear a flush."

"I…guess I forgot to.."

"Talk to me Harry; we've been together for three years already! Yet, and yet you still-,"

"You're just paranoid."

"No, no I'm not! I-It's like you've changed, Harry, it's almost like you don't even see me anymore…you're always distracted"

"That's not true, Hermione, I see you whether I can help it or not."

"Oh shut up,"

They laugh…nerously.

"…Harry..."

He puts a finger to her lips.

"Shhh, c'mon, we've got to get back to sleep; we're visiting Ron early tomorrow, remember?"

"Yea, but…Harry?"

"Mmm…?"

"I love you…"

"You too,"

"But say that you love me...please?"

"...Love you"

She kisses him, a little reassured.

"Night, Harry"

"Night."


Another room, several minutes ago...

The telephone rings.

"Hello?"

His tongue is stuck.

"Hellooo?"

"Who the hell is this?"

He hears another voice, faintly, in the background.

"Draco, darling, who is it?"

He later recalls dying a little bit.

"I don't know,"

"Then come back to bed…"

"Alright…"

He catches some mumbling.

"Assholes..."

click



I hope that wasn't too confusing; I had to revise the second part a few times for it to make sense, but in case you didn't know, the italics towards the end belonged to Harry. And I suppose you can call this a sequel to "And I Hate You Too."

Well, now that we're done, reviewing sounds like a good idea, again, comments and critiques are always appreciated.