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A/N Okay here's the other half of the chapter that's been made into it's own little chapter cause I'm to lazy to re-upload it all -breathes- Anyways, I enjoy this chapter very much cause as my beta said, the story is finally going somewhere! -jumps for joy and throws flowers around- Anyways on with the chapter..

lovemehatemejustdon'tfearme you caught me there, I never said their wizards or if they were muggles. I was lazy and decided to not look on it, bad writer -smacks self-, Kaikiki you are loved! hehe, myniephoenix, theTigersFire lmfao, that was a great review xD Yeah Harry is the moron of all morons in this story, within reason though,Goldensong, AmethystAquamarine, and chaeli.meep. for reviewing last chapter :) Loves to all of you

Draco stood there naked, Harry's words ringing through his ears. "You're not." Did that mean he meant something to Harry? But as soon as Draco thought maybe he was getting somewhere with Harry, Harry disappeared on him.

So Draco walked out of Harry's room and into the one he'd been occupying for the last week, started to dress, and sat on the bed, having no clue what the hell he was going to do.

"God damnit, Harry, could you say one thing, just one thing to tell me what the hell you want from me? I'm fucking tired of trying to get through to you… Should I just leave this place?" Draco said out loud to himself, putting his head in his hands.

Draco doubted just leaving was a good idea, but what if Harry was tired of him staying here? What if when Harry came back he told Draco to get out? Draco was starting to think Harry had left just to get away from him and wouldn't come back until Draco was gone.

Draco lay back down on the bed, willing himself to think that maybe the words Harry said meant Harry felt something more for him, and he really should be wasting his time trying to get Harry to be his lover.

"Harry, maybe you should go back now." Alex said after an hour had passed since Harry's rude, and naked, appearance. Harry looked up from the magazine he'd been reading, staring at Alex's brown hair, which was sticking up at odd angles because it had not been combed yet.

"I guess… but it's not like I can just show up and say 'Hey Draco, sorry I walked out on you, wanna have another go?'" Harry said, placing the magazine down on the counter he'd picked it up from.

Alex looked oddly shocked, and asked Harry, "You would say something like that to him?"

Harry got the feeling that saying those exact words would be a big mistake from Alex's reaction. "Well what should I say?" Harry replied, his voice low as he shuffled his feet on the floor.

"Oh I don't know, maybe an 'I'm sorry Draco, I was confused and I would like to make it up to you.'" Alex suggested, shaking his head, trying to hold in a fit of laughter at how Harry didn't look so sure.

"You use that on Taylor don't you?" Harry asked and Alex nodded his head, knowing it usually worked. Harry sighed and thought about it, wondering if Hermione could give him better advice then Alex's.

Harry let out a groan of defeat and got up, hugging Alex around the middle. "I'll take your word for it; you seem to know what you're doing at this saying sorry thing." Harry said, before popping out of Alex's apartment and back to his own.

"Harry's gone?" Taylor asked from behind and Alex nodded, turning around to face his lover.

"Yes, I'm starting to feel like this whole thing is going to be a natural disaster just waiting to happen." Alex replied and Taylor laughed at that comment. And he was right; it was One Big Natural Disaster.

Harry apparated back into his room and took off the borrowed nightrobe, making a mental note to wash it later, which he of course would forget once it joined the mess on his floor.

Harry grabbed a pair of black jeans and boxers, shoving them on and completely forgot to get a shirt too while he walked, actually half ran, out of his room to find Draco. Unsure of what he was going to say, he thought it quickly through his head. 'I'll try what Alex said… what was it? Umm I'm sorry… er, Confused… argh Draco's going to murder me.'

"Draco?" Harry asked outside of the closed door to his guest room, opening it up to find Draco lying on the bed, flat on his stomach. Draco stayed silent, and Harry decided to approach the bed carefully.

"Draco? Umm Listen… I'm sorry I just left like that. I was… confused." Harry said and Draco sat up quickly, his blonde hair flying all over the place as he glared at Harry, fury dancing in his grey eyes.

Draco's mouth was pursed tight, as if he was debating what to say to Harry first, so Harry took the time to get his story out before his head was snapped off by evil Draco teeth.

"Listen, I'm not used to… really wanting someone." Harry started, and it was really a bad time for his memory to kick in, but the image of Draco's annoyed face sparked his memory to another time.

"Harry, for the last time, I'm not going out with you."

"Draco I really like you, why can't you give me the chance?"

"We're friends Harry, what happens if we date? We might break up and I don't want to lose you because of a fight."

"Draco who says we'll break up? We know each other so well."

"Harry, I do not want to date you. And I already asked Blaise out."

"Blaise?"

"Yes Blaise, I like him."

"Oh… well I guess that's great."

"Harry, are you going to be okay?"

"I'll be fine, Draco, just fine."

The memory fueled anger in Harry, if he hadn't been good enough to date Draco then, why was he good enough now? "Fuck you Malfoy. How can you be pissed off at me when I put up with that crap back in school?" Harry asked, his green eyes now flashing as Draco looked at him in confusion.

"Wha--?" Draco asked, totally baffled, and it only pissed Harry off more.

"Oh don't pretend like you don't know. Going out with Blaise when I asked you out? How many times did I ask you out? Hmmm? Why don't you tell me that! Am I good enough now? Or are you just looking for some way to get Blaise back seeing as he's dating someone else?" Harry's scathing remarks hit Draco, and cut deeply.

Harry felt a little discouraged at keeping his rant up because of how upset Draco looked. "It was nothing like that Harry! Blaise and I are just friends…" Draco said weakly, because Harry seemed to get even angrier at that.

"We were just friends too! And you wouldn't date me because of it. Are you going to wait for Blaise to become a stranger too when you go back to him?" Harry snapped cruelly, not truly understanding why he was saying all this now, when he'd had the chance all those years ago, what the fuck had his younger self been thinking?

"NO! I know what I said Harry, I know what I said. I was afraid to lose you, though! Blaise was safe territory; I knew that if we broke up we both wouldn't care enough to get too pissed at each other. But if you had all of a sudden told me you wanted to break up I would have committed bloody murder." Draco explained, trying to get the truth over to an enraged Harry Potter.

Harry once again wanted to run out of the room and hide, but something made him want to stay. "Why did you come back? " Harry asked, his rage ebbing down but still simmering there, ready to boil up again if needed.

Draco was blushing now, playing with his thumbs. "I wanted to see you again… I missed you. Well I missed everyone else too but… I thought maybe there would be hope that you still wanted to try a relationship with me… not that I expected it…" Draco replied, ending in a whisper at the end that Harry barely heard.

Harry just glared at Draco, unsure of what the hell he could say. His past emotions of anger were conflicting with emotions right now, and the only thing he could handle was apathy, and that was not something he was feeling right now. "I- Draco I don't know what I want.. I don't know." Harry said, the anger in his voice dropping down to a confused tone.

Draco sighed and nodded. "Harry…" he said getting up and pulling Harry into his arms he gave him a light kiss, which Harry returned. Harry wrapped his arms around Draco, afraid that if Draco let him go, he'd start running away so he'd never have to feel this ache in his chest that seemed as if his heart was going to shoot out of his mouth any second now.

"Harry I never meant to hurt you; I just didn't want to get hurt." Draco whispered in Harry's ear, returning his mouth to Harry's, greedily wanting more from Harry's kiss. 'But you still hurt me…' Harry thought, and for once in three years he wanted to cry.

Harry's mind was going around in circles, spinning so fast at how he was yelling at Draco one minute, and then sucking his mouth off the next. 'What do I do after this? What do I say?' Harry asked himself, but he never knew the damn answer to any of his questions anyways.

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