A/N: Well, here we are for another exciting chapter of Unbreak my heart. Now, I am just starting to write this chapter, so I haven't decided if I want to be nice and let this chapter come out earlier than sunday (my regular time of update) or be mean, and release it on sunday. Well, I'm not that mean, so as soon as I complete it you'll know.

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Warning: Contains slash.

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Chapter 3

"A feeling I buried in you"

Harry sat up in bed the next morning, eyes tired from crying the night before. He checked his clock, only a minute before the alarm would go off. He shut it off before it ever had the chance of sounding. Morning always was one of his favorite times. Well, after he had gotten himself awake. He always charmed his windows to make it look like it would remain cloudy all day at first, then the sun would slowly peak out around noon times. Harry loved going to his kitchen, getting himself his favorite over-enlarged mug, and filling it with hot chocolate, then he would go to the window or sit at his bar-style counter top and look out of the window and think. Reflect. He almost thought the better of it, what with recent events on which he did not want to reflect, but he wouldn't allow Draco to ruin this too.

His thoughts gathered about where he was going to work at the ministry, Ron and Hermione...and as much as he wanted to avoid it...Draco. Harry closed his eyes, as all the times he said he loved him, or the times he kissed him, and bid him good morning affectionatly, came flooding back to him.

'Why did I have to end it? ' Harry thought to himself.

Then, the thoughts of Draco's boyfriend, and he sat down as he thought: 'Well Draco's perfect little boyfriend can just rot in hell.'

' Soon to be fiancee' Harry reminded himself.

He sat there thinking about all those various things, when a tapping sound started coming from the window. You know, before the news of Draco's engagment, Harry never used to get so many owls.

"Alright, Alright, you wretched owls," Harry yelled, frighteningly reminding himself of Uncle Vernon. He opened his window, and Draco's house owl flew in. "I have no food for you, I'm sorry."

The owl flew out of the window again, much disliking the fact that Harry had not fed him. Harry walked over to his favorite overstuffed chair thinking about how far away Draco and his boyfriend lived, and then he plopped down and broke the seal.

Dearest Harry,

I cordially invide you to attend dinner with me and my fiancee, Sam. Please respond soon. Thank you.

Draco

Harry read the letter, once, and then flopped back on the chair and groaned. He didn't want to be rude, and he didn't want to go. Suddenly his mind flashed "HERMIONE" she would know what to do. He grabbed a piece of paper and wrote, and just as he was about to send hedwig out, the fireplace sounded with a ' Poof ' and Hermione's voice rang out.

"Harry?" it sounded sweetly.

Harry sighed, "Hermione, I'm not even dressed in anything but my pajaymas!"

"Oh come now Harry, we're best friends, we're like family. I don't mind." she replied still as sweetly.

"Well can I at least take a shower?" Harry asked.

"Yes of course, and I'll whip up some breakfast."

"Herm, you don't--"

"Harry, just get in the shower, don't bother with such nonsense, it's not a big deal." She cut him off.

Harry stripped (a/n: if only) and got into his master bathroom shower. He turned the knob labeled 'hot' all the way on, and the 'cold' one only a little bit. He loved hot showers, the feeling of the water coursing down his back and through his hair. He got done, and took out a towel he just recently washed. After getting dressed in his favorite pair of dark blue wash jeans, and baby blue tee, he went out into the kitchen.

"Sit." Hermione said. Harry thought nothing of it and just sat.

"So, I know why I was going to ask you over, but I doubt you are here just to cook me breakfast." Harry said

"Well, Harry. Ron and I got a letter from Draco just before I floo-ed over here." Hermione stated.

"Oh yeah?" Harry replied, already figuring what the letter was about.

"Harry," she said, turning to face him. "Ron and I decided not to go. We wanted you to know, you have our full support."

"Thanks, but you don't have to do that. I decided that I'm going to go. I have to offer him my support." he replied. In his thoughts he added: 'As much as I don't want to.'

Later that evening

"Hi!" Harry said in his most cheerful voice, as Draco opened his cherrywood door, to a huge house.

"Hey there, Stranger! I wasn't sure you'd come! I was so worried, especially since Hermione and Ron said they weren't going to be able to make it."

"Well I'm here!" Harry replied, handing draco a present wrapped in bright red shimmering wrapping paper, and cradling a bottle of wine in the other hand.

"Come on in! You look great!" he said, as he took the present and wine and looked over Harry, who was dressed in tight dark-wash jeans, and a green sweater. "Dinner is set up in the dining room, and Sam will keep you company as I set the rest of it up."

"Thanks." Harry said, and his mind and stomach was churning over the thought of being alone with Sam.

Harry walked into the lusch dining room. It had double french doors. When you walked in, there was cherry wood dining room table that ran most of the length of the room. China was set out on three places, and empty wine glasses sat waiting to be filled. The wallpaper was a light cream to add a natural light to it, and the floor was wood, with a large emerald green carpet, quite like Harry's eyes. Sam sat at the right of the end of the table, waiting patiently and smiling.

"Hi, you must be Harry." Sam said and got up, while extending his hand.

"Hi. I am." He replied, trying not to sound cold, and took his hand.

"Listen Harry. I know about you and Draco's past." Sam said, in a tone entirely not as friendly as before. "I just wanted to let you know, that I will not tolerate any 'funny business' from you. We are happy, and we'll stay that way."

"Hey guys! Dinner is served!" Draco appeared smiling from the doorway. Food was magically trailing behind him, and setting themselves in perfect arrangement on the table.

Harry smiled and looked at Sam. At the end of his seventh year, dumbledore had trained Harry a little in telepathy. So he sent Sam a little message, knowing that Sam wouldn't be able to send one back: '' Bring it on ''

It was after dinner, and Sam was in bed. Harry sat in the living room, where the furniture was all vanilla bean colored, and overstuffed. He was waiting while Draco said goodnight to Sam. Harry looked around, and sipped his white wine, which he had refilled for the third time after dinner.

"Ok, Harry. Now, we can talk." Draco said, coming down the swirling steps from upstairs, that reminded him much of a nicer version of Dumbledore's office steps.

"Yeah. You have a very nice house." Harry replied, keeping the topic neutral.

"Harry..." Draco tried to begin.

"Draco, don't." Harry said.

"I just...I wonder...if you hadn't, or if I hadn't had been...then we..." Draco tried again.

Music played as silence ensued.

Somethin in your eyes, makes me wanna lose myself

Makes me wanna lose myself--in your arms.

There's somethin in your voice, Makes my heart beat fast

hope this feeling lasts, rest of my life

If you knew, how much this moment means to me

and how long, I've waited for your touch

and if you knew how happy you were making me,

I never thought I would love anyone so much

It feels like home to me, it feels like home to me,

it feels like I'm all the way back, where I come from.

it feels like I'm all the way back, where I belong.

Tears welled in Harry's eyes. "Then you wouldn't have this, and you wouldn't be sharing it with someone as special as with Sam."

Harry couldn't do it. He couldn't fight Sam, and break apart their engagement, because he didn't want to ruin sam's life, as much as he had ruined his own. No, if draco wanted him, he would have to make the moves, and some part of Harry knew that he would never.

"Goodnight, Draco."

A/N: Don't Hate me! Anyway, I just wanted to apologize for the lateness of this chapter, and the one I'm bout to post for unheard voices. I was on vacation this weekend, and i couldn't get the chapters out. But, there is still the sunday deadline. So don't worry. Love you all, READ AND REVIEW! LOVE YOU!

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