Hi Guys, I just want to thank the people who reviewed – your comments were incredibly kind and helpful and I am really flattered that you took the time to read and reviewed.

Justxme – Yes, Harry's behaving like a prat

JadedRoses – Thank you, glad you liked.

LyonessHeart – I have a fluffy end in mind – don't cry! I was only going to do the next part but you've inspired me to do this Harry POV – Hope you like it. His thoughts after the call will come in the next part.

Chibikat1 – Wow! You gave me lots to think about! I used the phone because it's more impersonal than floo – where you can see each other's faces and I wanted it to be a more ambiguous for Draco, but I think your view is great and will include it.

After noticing some issues, I have revised this chapter. There is no real change to the plot, it was just a couple of points of contention that I needed to put right. You don't need to read it again unless you want to see a bit of new dialogue.

Disclaimer – They're not mine….. (Yet! Muah ha ha)

Misinterpretation

A sea of blood before him.

A land of bodies behind.

He walks in the shadow of the grove, determined.

He waits, watching endlessly.

A rustle to the left. The snap of a twig and the snide whisperings of bitter soldiers losing faith.

He has come…..

…. "Precious boy. Here to get revenge for his dead parents."….

….Curses fly and miss….He is winning…No. This won't work….

"I owe you." He darts forward, replacing his wand in his robe. Surprising.

He wraps his weatherworn hands around a scaly neck, squeezing. At first gently, then harder. Harder. Until….There is no pulse.

He looks down for a victory memory of his tormentor.

But he sees familiar blonde hair. Silk shirt. Expensive boots.

Draco. He has killed him. He falls to the ground in anguish.

"Harry"

"…"

"Harry, wake up"

"…"

"Harry, it's just a nightmare."

"…"

"Harry!"

"Draco?"

"Harry, its Hermione."

"…..Oh"

"Why? Where's Draco?"

"At home. Probably."

"Then why aren't you there, too?"

"…"

"What's wrong Harry?"

"…"

"Is everything okay?"

"…"

"You missed the Reunion dinner yesterday. At Lavender's."

"…..Oh"

"It was nice, really. She made lasagna, your fav-"

"Was there something you wanted, 'Mione"

"…"

"…"

"Right! That is it."

Harry winced, flinging an arm over his eyes as the curtains in his bedroom were roughly drawn back.

"I've had enough of this. The last two days you have been absolutely unbearable to be around."

He felt his bedcovers being pulled off and thrown aside.

"You're sullen. You're silent. You're off in your own little- Oh my god, Harry!"

Hermione had finally noticed the mounds of dirty clothes and empty wine bottles littering the luxury olive green carpet.

Harry had finally noticed that he had a luxury olive green carpet in his bedroom.

'Just shows how much I use this room' he thought, wryly.

"Look at this place. Draco's going to pitch a fit…"

Harry let out a bitter chuckle.

Her tirade on cleanliness prevented, Hermione moved to the side of the bed and crouched down, taking Harry's hand in her own.

"What's wrong with Draco, sweetie?"

"Nothing." he said defensively. She turned her eyes away, pensively, before giving him a calculating sidelong glance.

"Come now, tell Aunty 'Mione."

Harry gave a forced laugh. He didn't want to relive anything he'd done over the past two days.

Forgetting was infinitely more preferable. And he was a pro at forgetting – he just needed a drop of liquid relief.

"Let's have a drink 'Mione. Chardonnay?" He asked, producing two mugs from beside the bed.

"It's ten in the morning, Harry"

"Don't you want to chat?" He edged, "Plus, it is Saturday"

"Okay…..One glass. Nothing more."

He poured a generous amount into her mug, which she raised her eyebrow at.

Silence reigned for a minute.

"Right……well – I…."

"I'm waiting, Harry." She nursed the cup.

"We….We made an agreement, okay?"

"Okay"

"We said we'd have a 'No Strings-No problems' fling"

"Oh…..And?" Harry completely missed her astonished look.

"And now it's a…..Well, it's not that anymore, let's just say."

Hermione quickly regained her all-knowing demeanor.

"I can't say I'm surprised."

It was Harry's turn to look stunned.

"What? How do you always know everything before me?"

"It's a gift, really." She smiled.

"And thanks a lot. Nice to know you believe I can hold up my end of a deal. Me fall in love with Malfoy of all people."

He chuckled, nervously.

"Nothing wrong with that. Anyway, I didn't mean you….I meant Draco….I just knew he was in love with you. It was so obvious. The way he looked at you. Held you. Washed the pots by hand…."

Harry finally tuned in to what his friend was saying. He held up in protest.

"It's not Draco who broke the deal. It's me."

"What?" Hermione quickly closed her gaping mouth.

"I'm the one who broke the deal….I…I care about him….More than I should."

"So you do love him." It was a statement, not a question.

Harry thought for a moment. He remembered fast paced nights out on the town. Lazy Sunday morning's hiding under the bedcovers. Little touches, soft smiles. He tried to think of every time he'd been truly happy throughout his entire life.

Almost every memory included Draco. And Harry knew.

"I….I do."

Hermione smiled again, softly.

"Then what is the problem, young Potter?"

"He….He doesn't love me back."

Burrowing back into the duvet, Harry curled into a fetal position and tried to comfort himself.

'I was the right thing to do, I know. If I'd have stayed, it would have just gotten worse until I couldn't cope anymore.

And then I would have had to tell him, make him uncomfortable. Make him let me down, gently. Make him pity me.

That would have been worse.'

Hermione, on the other hand, was momentarily dumbstruck. She seemed to only just notice Harry's retreat into himself.

She disturbed him with a determined poke.

Harry responded with a wounded look.

"Are you kidding? I've seen you play the martyr before, Harry, but this is plain stupidity."

"Huh?" Now he was wounded and confused.

"Draco loves you. Any fool can see that he absolutely adores you…."

Harry was resolutely shaking his head. He couldn't have his rock of sensibility putting wonderful lies in his head.

'It would shake the foundations of my tenuous grip on reality. She must be stopped.'

"No, he doesn't." His voice was firm. A clear indication that the discussion was over.

Hermione completely ignored it.

"Yes, sweetheart, he does." She replied, just a firm, "He thinks the sun shines out of your well-formed behind."

"No, he can't- he…..We made a deal!" Harry grip was weakening.

"And? You broke the rules – why can't he?"

"Because….because, then…" A panicked look appeared on his face. His walls were almost down.

Hermione's faced filled with sudden clarity.

"Oh Harry…..What did you do?"

He averted his gaze. That day was the memory he never wanted to revisit.

"I….I was too scared…..To face the rejection."

"Oh, you didn't."

They're gazes locked and they stared at each other, unbidden tears forming in their eyes.

"I did"

And Harry was broken.

Hermione launched forward, grasping Harry tightly.

"Oh you stupid, stupid boy."

Harry sobbed recklessly onto her shoulder.

'What had he done?'

"Well. There's only one thing left for you to do, love" she snuffled out.

"What?" he asked, eagerly and resolutely, clearly expecting a gospel answer.

"Tell him how you feel, Harry, and hope he forgives you. You've got nothing to lose, anymore."

Harry became silent. He knew he had made a terrible mistake, but facing Draco after his callous actions?

"Tell him, Harry."

"But I- I- What if he hates me?" 'I couldn't live with that.'

"He won't Harry. But, you have to do something now before it's too late."

Panic gripped his heart, once again.

"I- I can't. It's already too late. I-"

At that exact moment. The phone rang…

A/N: OMG I am so mean….. Even I was screaming, "Wise up Harry you idiot" to the screen………I hope this clears some things up for most of you. I love Harry almost as much as Draco – which means I wouldn't hurt him unless he was coming out happy!!!

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