O.O this is a good chapter i do belive. Took me forever to write as short as it is, almost forgot to give my cat a shot cause I was writting it. Okay first journal had cool messy guys handwritting script second one had a little nicer, script, cuase youll see why...I wrote this whole thing so slow, deleting entirepages when I thought of a better way to write it, so there shouldnt be to manymistakes, newaynjoi!

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Chapter 3

Dear Life,

I am tired out of my mind, I don't know what it is for sure but I can't get to sleep at night, and then when I do, something wakes me up. Like I'll feel Harry shiver of a dog howl and it scared me so bad that I smash my head on the tunnel's top. I know it has part to do with being afraid of the dark, but something else is keeping me awake. Maybe it's guilt, for being such a loser, but all I want to do is find a corner to fall asleep and never wake up, you know? You don't, I'm jealous of you, there's someone, me, protecting you at all times, you know your safe and you know you aren't being anything less then help to me, so you can sleep just fine… if you sleep.

I think it also has a little to do with the fact that, I opened my big mouth about the way we were sleeping at night, you know… in each other's arms, and now we both freeze. I mean, sure we have the blanket and Harry's cloak, but that's not helpful when the wind and rain never stops.

It's Sunday, I've been staying with Harry for four days now, though I really don't count the first, because I can't really remember any details. I want to leave, I want to just leave and not be a burden anymore. I even think about what I would do, maybe I would steal the Poppins bag when Harry's at work and just run for it. But I'm to tired, to get any further then that. I can't think about where I would go. Sides, it would be a waste if I did because I wouldn't have the money to buy any food and prolly end up in jail or something anyway.

I should stop writing, I'm on the swings and I think it's somewhere around three in the morning. I just really needed to write…thank gawd for street lamps. Well I better get back, hopefully I can get three hours of sleep before Harry wakes up. He's strict on getting up before the sun...

Love,

Still living?

It was three when Draco finally came back into the tunnel. Harry pretended to be asleep as Draco crawled into the small space and sank down with his back into Harry. Draco pulled the blanket out from the under himself and threw it over Harry's feet. Harry wanted to slap the dumb ass, he was going to get sick of he didn't try to keep warm. Why the hell was he being so stubborn?

Harry continued to pretend to sleep, as mad as he was, watching the white haired man through his eyelashes, adding a snore here and there for dramatic affect. When he was sure Draco was sleeping he used the arm he wasn't sleeping on to grab to the blanket from his feet. He gently laid the blanket on Draco. Maybe Draco hasn't been sleeping after all because the second the blanket was touching him he sat up strait hitting his head hard on the top of the tunnel. He hissed and closed his eyes tightly, trying to calm himself. After a few seconds he looked over at Harry, who was feigning a happy dream.

He lay back down, pulling the covers up a little more. Harry smiled to himself that at least he had left the covers on. But it turned to an immediate from when he heard a small whimper and a sniff. He felt Draco shiver again and then some more sniffling. Draco Malfoy was crying.

Even though this only lasted a few minuets, this kept Harry awake the rest of the night. Had he just been crying because he he'd hit his head, or was there something else? Would he ever trust Harry to tell him what he was thinking?

Damn, the sun, why did have to come out? His back was killing him, he had been so conscious of the way he'd been laying all morning, that he was constantly finding more and more uncomfortable ways to sleep. He sat up as much as he could without hitting his head and scooted his way to the end, trying not to hit Draco on the way. He pulled his cloak over head and walked over to the slide, sitting at the end and laying back, it was a million times more comfortable then the tunnel. If the little sun hadn't been shining in his eyes, he night have been able to fall asleep. He was laying there starring at the birds congregating in the trees for a long time, not wanting to move, wanting to let Draco sleep for a while longer.

He almost peed himself when he felt something hit his foot. He opened his eyes to watch Draco gracefully steady himself, pulling the blanket over his ears. "There you are." Draco said looking at the slide skeptically.

Harry slipped the cloak off his head. "Morning." Harry said so quietly, he wondered if Draco had even been able to hear him.

"Tired?" Draco asked, looking at Harry as though he was mad, after all Harry had slept all night.

"Uh, yea a little." He said standing up and pulling the cloak back over his head. He walked over to the swings and started to swing. Once Draco had tracked Harry down, the moving swing setting him off, he joined him.

They were quiet for a while. Harry could tell that Draco wanted to say something, and he didn't want to say anything that would make him change his mind. It took a while before Draco mumbled, "Ha-Harry, I have to ask you another favor… Do you think you could buy-but something else for me?"

Harry yawned, "Sure, what is it, changed your mind about the shoes?"

"No, it's just this headache…it hurts a little bit more then I want to deal with right now."

Harry glanced over at Draco worriedly, "Are you getting sick?"

"N-no, I just hit my head last night." He said looking away, pulling the blanket further over his eyes.

Harry wasn't taking any, he could tell Draco was trying to cover something up, "Let me see." He said pulling the cloak off his head again and lightly tugging and the blanket over Draco's head.

"It's no big deal," Draco said as Harry pulled the blanket off his head and gasped a little at the bump on his head.

"Holy shit, come on." He said standing quickly and grabbing Draco's wrist.

Harry pulled Draco up so fast, he stumbled and grabbed the swings chains, lowering himself back in. "Not so fast man." He said closing his eyes. Harry didn't let go of Draco's wrist. After a few moments Draco opened his eyes back up and stood up slower.

Harry starred at Draco in shock, the guy really was messed. What was wrong with him, why was he always hurting himself more and more? He continued to stare, thinking about what was happening, until he realized that he was locked eye to eye with the Slytherin. Draco blinked at him a little. Draco had grey eyes?

"What's wrong with you?" Draco asked after a few minuets. He said it without taking his eyes away, but the emotion in his eyes changed a little from whatever it had been to confusion.

Harry blinked too, looking away, "What's wrong with me, what's wrong with you?" he said so quietly Draco couldn't hear. Harry let go of Draco's wrist, and fell lightly to his side. "Let's go." He said walking a little ways.

"Where are we going?"

"The library, I'm calling in a favor, thank gawd they feel like they owe me so many." Harry said. He was very frustrated and walking, stalking, a little bit faster then he meant to. About a block away he remembered his bag and had to run all the way back to get it. He'd given Draco the invisibility cloak to cover up with and ran way past him before he heard a little scream for him to stop. Harry covered them both up in the cloak and they continued to walk, not even half way there Harry burst out, "Why didn't you say anything last night?"

"Huh?"

"About your head."

"I think I passed outor something…" He said looking away.

Holy flippin chips, that's why he'd fallen asleep so easily. Harry felt like an idiot, why hadn't he said anything last night. Obviously it had hurt, a Malfoy didn't cry at nothing. "What is wrong with me?" Harry asked himself out loud.

Draco looked over at him frowning. "Are you okay?" he asked.

"Fine, I'm fine…I'm just, so frickin tired." He said stopping suddenly and putting his face in his hands. He closed his eyes and wiped them. Draco stopped to, as Harry sat down on the ground and pulled his legs to his chest. Harry ran his hand through his hair, yawning.

Draco kneeled down next to him, putting his hands on Harry's knees to steady himself. "Why are you so tired?" Draco asked cocking his head, "You got a lot of sleep last night."

"No Draco, no I didn't, I didn't get a single second of it. I was awake all night to make sure you got some sleep, and then when you finally did get some I couldn't." he blurted out.

Draco shook his head, "Why would you do that dummy." He said rolling his eyes and looking at the ground. Harry closed his eyes again. He was sick of talking, he just wanted to get to the library and get some sleep. Draco grabbed him by both shoulders and forced him to the grass. "Umm, Harry…so you were up all night?"

Harry nodded opening his eyes and catching Draco's again. Draco stood up and held his hand out to Harry, "I got shit on you too, so don't even think about using this against me."

Harry laughed taking his hand and standing up. "Oh yea, what do you have on me?" he asked.

"You snore."

Harry laughed again, "I thought you understood me when I said that I didn't sleep at all last night."

"Damn," he said looking away. Draco started walking again, Harry felt a tug on his arm and realized that he Draco hadn't let go yet. Draco stumbled backwards realizing this at the same time, but for some odd reason he didn't let go. He looked at Harry questionably, "Are you coming?" he asked as Harry looked back at him, the same expression on his face.

Harry yawned one more time, "Right, he said as they started walking again.

Dear Life,

Last night was bad, well more like this morning. When I went back in and finally got some sleep something woke me up and hit my head again, this one hurt more then any of the other times though. I think I passed out or something. I have a really bad headache and I keep getting really dizzy. The worst part is that I went all wimp and started crying, don't think to badly of me please, it hurt, but yea I'm almost positive that Harry heard me.

Why do I think this, because the stupid ass spent the whole night worrying about me. ALLL NIGHT! Do you know how that makes me feel? It should make me feel good I suppose, but no, because what I think is that all my life I thought he was a self absorbed dummy, but no. He's some rare form of dummy that really does care about everyone and everything.

And what I think bothers me even more, is that I can't help worrying about him. Right now we're both in a closet in the back of the library. The one where the keep the story time pillows and whatnot. First he got me something for the headache, then we headed for the closet. Both of us practically cried when we lay down on the carpet with the soft pillows and warm blankets. Harry spread all the pillows out evenly on the floor so we both had a little cushy bed, and the second his head hit the pillow he was sleeping. He scared the shit out of me on the way up here. He wouldn't move for anything, and I had to pull him almost the whole way here.

Yea, did you know that Harry has green eyes? I'm sure you did, you are me... Hmm, I like this pencil, I grabbed it from the front desk, it works so much better… Okay, okay, stop looking at me like that, I admit it, I think he's hot. And the way he talks to me and looks and me and worries about me…

Draco sighed and shut the notebook, throwing it to the side he glanced at the sleeping Harry. He stuck his tongue out at him, "You win again." He whispered. He lay down next to Harry, facing his back. "Harry?" Draco asked a little louder. "…Harry?"

Harry rolled over and looked at Draco for a second before closing his eyes and mumbling kindly, "Yea?"

"…Never mind." He said. Harry nodded a little his eyes still shut and yawned again before falling back asleep. Draco closed his eyes to, and before he knew it he was sleeping as well.

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