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A/N I haven't updated this froever with reason, this chapter has been rewritten and reviewed by my beta and I a lot over the past month or so to get the story to work. (You'd probably cry with laughter at my first attempt to write it) So yes. So last time I updated I got 14 reviews, so I love you all for that, I don't think I've ever gotten that much reviews for one chapter :D You guys are awesome
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Harry pulled away from Draco and looked up into the blonde's face. "Harry?" Draco asked him, and Harry couldn't think of one word to say to him. How can you say something when you can't think at all?
But he had to say something. This felt right and yet it didn't. "Draco…" Harry frowned, wondering how to tell someone to leave because it was causing more problems then anything.
Draco was silent, as if he knew what was about to come. His normal relaxed form had gone sort of rigid and his face showed a hint of fear; of what, Harry didn't know. Harry himself felt anxious, so anxious that his stomach was doing flip flops like water would roll onto a beach.
Harry was determined to figure some things out right now, without Draco around. If he had to he'd go over to Hermione and make her help him force his real thoughts out, but by the end of this whole mess he'd know what the hell to think at least.
"I think you need to go." Harry said quickly, his stomach rising and falling with unease. Draco's face went from fearful to crestfallen, and that made Harry almost want to take the words back.
"Okay." Draco said and started to reach for his bag, and Harry just stood there and watched him pack. Draco picked up the bags he'd brought with him a week ago and carried them to the door, which he opened and shut in complete silence. He hadn't said one word through it all.
The main thing that worried Harry was that once Draco was out the door and his apartment had become bathed in complete silence, Harry realized how dark and empty his apartment actually was.
But for some reason Harry had never realized that before. So on an act of impulse he walked out of the second bedroom and into his own room, removing the blankets that covered his windows.
The light streamed in, blinding him for a few seconds, but after Harry had let the blankets fall to the dusty floor beneath him he didn't feel any urge to pick them up and recover the window.
Maybe it was Harry's mind just spewing stuff, but Harry got the idea that maybe it was time to let in the light to his own mind.
Draco got out of Harry's apartment as quickly as he could before he felt the sorrow take over. His bags in tow he paced out of the hallway and into the elevator, pressing the button as he watched the light turn green.
Draco couldn't believe that it had happened; Harry had asked him to go. He'd screwed things up big time and he had no idea of how to piece anything together.
The elevators doors opened up after a ding of a bell sounded out and Draco moved himself into the small space, setting his bags down as he leaned on the wall with the railing digging into his back.
It had been the most hectic day Draco had ever had, and he'd gotten himself into this mess. He had yet to think of a place to go now, and everything was just pushing into his mind, bit by bit.
Draco first thought of Pansy and her offer to take him in, and that was his first course of action. As the elevator slowly but surely made its way down to the first level, Draco resized his bags with his wand and pocketed them along with the piece of wood.
He moved out of the elevator into the lobby and out of the glass doors, opening the cool metal door handle with his warm hands. The day was hot outside, in a sluggish, humid mix.
The sun was the only thing in the light blue sky, and it threatened to push Draco over the edge and make him scream out in a rant about how it was dastardly for that thing to even shine on a day that was so rotten.
Draco walked down the sidewalk, around people who he didn't wish to notice, and bade the hurt he felt to go away. But it hovered over him, not leaving him once as he walked down the street.
Draco knew that his outward appearance would easily be mistaken for just another person, and it was best for when he ducked behind a bush to apparate to Pansy's; no one saw a thing.
Pansy was sitting on the couch in her private room with her young child moving around, crying about how he did not want to wear the sock on his foot, but his head.
"You're impossible!" Pansy cried out, throwing the sock to the floor in frustration and annoyance. Her son was complicated at times, and her patience for it was wearing thin as he stomach grew bigger.
Her young son looked pleased with himself, though, and Pansy was about to give him a time out for making every little thing she wanted him to do complicated when her house elf Jinks snapped into her room.
"What is it, Jinks?" she snapped, staring at the poorly dressed elf whose nose resembled a squash, a result of her son throwing a fit and hitting Jinks with a candlestick holder right in the face.
"Madam, Draco Malfoy has just apparated in and wishes to see you." the elf said in a high pitched voice, looking nervous as she wrung the rags she wore through her miniature hands.
Pansy was puzzled. Draco had not contacted her about any visit and she thought it was very probable that he was no longer able to live with Potter.
"Right, Jinks, you can go." Pansy said watching the elf glance at her son who was currently sitting in her lap on her pale robes. Her son was half dressed, and wasn't nearly ready to be presented in front of a guest, but the guest was Draco, so she decided he wouldn't mind.
Jinks looked grateful to go back to cleaning, away from her hot tempered son. Pansy got up off of the couch, the cushion rising up again after her weight was removed from it, and she grabbed her son's hand, leading him out of the door into the hallway and down the staircase.
Harry sat down in his kitchenette, looking at all the windows he had just uncovered and how much brighter his home was now. Letting his eyes adjust to the light, he moved his fingers gingerly over the smooth top of his table.
The cupboards around him had never looked such a light colour of brown before, the metal knobs looked gray now instead of the black jewels they had been only minutes before.
Harry had let the light in and had been thinking about the problem over and over again. He'd been able to draw some conclusions, ones that he'd known all the way through, but they mattered more now.
Draco had hurt him by going out with Blaise almost three years ago! It was outrageous that he still could feel hurt over that, and Harry was somewhat repulsed by the idea that he was still in pain over it.
Harry looked up, his sight crawling over to his small living room at the TV, which as of late he had all but worshiped for his whole time being here. The TV was black and on a stand that was unused and bare, the remote sitting on his dirty couch, forgotten.
He didn't want to watch it right now, he didn't want to zone out to another show because he couldn't be bothered to do anything else. He blocked out many things because of his pain, and he had just figured out how screwed up he was because of it.
So really, it was a question of how he could move on, and if he could forgive Draco for the past.
Harry let out a large yawn, laying his down on the table as his chair pushed out slightly from under him. His back protested to the uncomfortable position, but Harry felt a headache coming on from the light flying into his room.
Draco sat down with Pansy in the room she had entertained him in earlier. Pansy's son was half dressed, but Draco barely paid it any mind, as he was lost in his own world, really. The silence in which he and Pansy had been in for the past few minutes was deafening.
The toddler was pulling at Pansy's light colour robe, he couldn't put his finger on the actual colour, and being a general nuisance. How Pansy put up with the brat, Draco never knew. Then again, how did he put up with Harry?
"Draco, why are you here?" Pansy finally asked, getting the kid to shut up long enough for her to question him about his sudden, not exactly considered rude, appearance.
"Harry asked me to go." Draco replied, staring across the room. The room was finely furnished with cream colours, and portraits of wizards in Pansy's and her husband's pureblood line hung all over the walls.
"He did?" Pansy's voice actually hinted at her being surprised. Draco didn't know why she was surprised about anything; anyone could have seen it coming.
"Well you know what you need to do now?" Pansy said, and her kid yet again distracted her as he tried to turn over a decorated glass vase to get at the flowers that sat in the water.
"Mama, I want a flower!" the child ordered and Pansy ignored the request, picking the kid up and sitting him on her lap. There was not much of her lap left, her unborn taking it up already.
Draco shook his head, his blonde hair flying over his face. He didn't bother to fix it back into its normal place. "I don't have a clue of what to do other then I need a place to stay." Draco told her, looking over at her meaningfully.
"As if you have to ask! The guest room is ready for you." Pansy said, looking happy at being able to be a hostess. Draco suspected she wanted the company of someone other then her child.
"Thank you, Pansy." Draco said gratefully, throwing his head back onto the coach and relaxing into it. The couch was so comfortable Draco could fall asleep right there and release the tension built up inside of him.
"And of Potter?" Pansy asked.
Draco sat up again, looking at her as he lifted his shoulders up and down in defeat. He hadn't given up, he was just sick of the whole mess. And he knew he couldn't fix anything if he didn't have Harry's cooperation now.
"I have no idea." Draco spoke truthfully. He reclined his head again into the couch, closing his burning eyelids. He just sat there until Pansy broke the silence again, not looking at her get up from her chair with her son.
"Wait for him to come to you, he will." Pansy then moved across the carpeted floor with less grace then a hippopotamus, her child squirming in her arms. "Come on, Draco, I'll show you to your room. Charles, stop that this instance." she told her son, finally addressing him by his real name.
Draco got up after her, his legs protesting every step as he dragged his feet across the hardwood floor outside in the main hall. 'When did she become the wise witch?' Draco thought to himself grudgingly, knowing she was right.
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