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A/N I regret to announce this is one of the last three chapters for this story. I might work on a story the happens before this one and tells the history of Draco and Harry before this story. But yes, that's what I have to say. Thanks to cheali.meep., rosiegirl, AmethystAquamarine, MiDemoni, Fefs, sinsoftheflesh98, MidNite Pheonix, and Angelina-Floorina, I am glad you liked reading my story and reading it :)

"Things you need to say to him." The words still rang through Harry's head even now after Hermione had left ten minutes ago.

That was something Harry guessed he had already known before Hermione's unexpected visit. This was the first time he'd seen her in a long time that he hadn't felt unwilling to listen to her. In the end Harry figured Hermione had her heart in the right place, only she was impatient to see the right thing happen.

Harry sighed and looked back at the piece of paper Hermione had left on the table in front of him, knowing if he saw Draco he'd only start another fight. So was it really worth looking up that address, going over to the place, and screaming at Draco?

For some reason yelling his lungs out at Draco felt like a very satisfying idea to Harry. He could go to the address scrawled over the piece of paper, ask to see Draco, smack him and then yell some more. Yet even though that would make Harry feel better, he knew that would not fix anything, only make it worse.

Harry lay down on his couch after looking back at the door, remembering Hermione's bushy head walking out the door very vividly in his mind. 'Hermione is usually right, though, isn't she? She might have a point…'

Harry mulled it over some more, only to find he didn't want to see Draco and yet he did. He'd have to make a choice sooner or later; no one else was going to make it, not even Hermione in her pushy mood.

Draco sat down at Pansy's wishing he could be out doing something with Harry. He had to give Harry space, no amount of missing and wishing Harry was there with him would make Harry come and talk to him again.

Draco could only hope Blaise hadn't really let all hell loose. He didn't want Harry to be upset with him any more then he already was. He'd been thinking over the times when he'd been dating Blaise a lot the past few days and wondered how the hell he could have not seen Harry's pain back then.

Yes Harry let him talk about his problems and sexual adventures with Blaise, but Draco knew that he'd never looked to happy about it or enthusiastic to hear about anything Draco had to say about the matters. Had that been the first clue that their friendship was in jeopardy?

Perhaps it had been, but Draco could only beat himself up for what happened in the past for so long. He didn't regret what he had done; dating Harry when they were too young to do so would have been hard on them both.

Draco hadn't been ready to love Harry then, and when he finally thought he was ready to love Harry, he had found himself in one big mess with a very apathetic Harry Potter. So now that things were starting to come into play, why couldn't he be with Harry?

Because he'd fucked up. He went on with his life and forgot to make sure Harry was fine. Draco had a lot of time to think things over and he was now convinced he could have done something more to make sure he'd stayed in touch with Harry over the years. He really should not have expected to come back after three years to a happy Harry.

And now all Draco felt was regret. It was eating him up inside and he couldn't do a thing to stop it. All day he sat around and did nothing but think himself into confusion. He had to stop thinking, he really did.

Draco got up from the chair he'd been occupying for the last half hour and went out into the kitchen where Pansy stood, cooing over her son who was fast asleep in her arms now. Draco looked at her and smiled. "So you love the little brat?" he asked, taking his mind off his thoughts for now.

Pansy looked up and frowned at Draco, laying her son down on a large pillow in the hall where he liked to sleep. "Yes, I love my son. He can be trying but I still love him. The way Potter acted never stopped you from wanting him, did it?" she asked and Draco glared harshly at her.

"I'm trying to stop thinking about that, Pansy, could you not remind me about it," he asked, shuffling his feet on the tiled ground beneath him. Pansy rolled her eyes, leant down stiffly with her big stomach bulging out and kissed her son softly on the forehead.

"It's not my fault, Draco, so do not snap at me," Pansy said calmly, but sounding agitated. Draco sighed and mumbled his apology. "Draco, I know you're not feeling good, but you have to be patient."

The look Draco gave her made her burst out into a small fit of laughter, and she covered her mouth up with her right hand. Draco suspected she didn't want to wake up Charles from his nap and he couldn't blame her for that.

"Draco, stop moping and try to do something with yoursel-" Pansy was saying when a resounding knock came from the door.

KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK.

Draco turned his head to the direction of the door and Pansy hissed under her breath, "Going to wake Charles up…" She walked to the front door, unlocked it, and opened it up calmly even though Draco knew from the way she was carrying herself she was annoyed.

No one stood up that straight while greeting someone at the door with that stern of a look on their face. Draco waited for her to tell the person to shove off and leaned against the staircase leading up to the second floor.

But Pansy didn't speak too loudly, only talked to the person in a hushed voice. Draco watched her movements carefully, wondering who was at the door. "Look, Parkinson, can I just speak to him?" Draco heard Harry's voice finally ask in frustration.

"If you keep your voice down and talk to him outside you can," Pansy said back in an equally frustrated voice. Draco walked closer to the door and pushed Pansy aside, smiling weakly at Harry.

Pansy huffed but Draco paid her no mind. Harry was wearing dark jeans and a black top and he was hardly smiling, but his attempt of a half smile when Draco pushed Pansy away was enough for Draco.

"Hey, Harry," Draco said, staring at Harry's bright green almond shaped eyes, forgetting Pansy was right beside him for a second or two.

"Can you two discuss things outside, please? I do not want Charles waking up," Pansy said, all but pushing Draco forcefully outside her house onto the small porch where Harry now stood.

Harry moved to the side for Draco to move onto the porch without Draco falling into him, and Pansy closed the door tightly and swiftly, leaving them alone together on the white porch. Harry moved to one side of the porch after a long silence, looking away from Draco before he started to speak.

Harry looked out over the scenery of Parkinson's house. It was a nice place to live, a good place to raise a family. Harry had always thought the last thing he wanted was a family, much less a spouse. Seeing this place, was it giving him second thoughts, now?

Harry shook his head and decided the nice little neighbourhood he'd managed to find with the address Hermione gave him was having a weird affect on him. He had to tell Draco all he was thinking, all the anger he felt, he felt compelled to tell him.

Harry doubted it would make a difference, he was still angry, and yet he wanted something out of this, if there was something to be had out of this confrontation he'd gone looking for.

Parkinson looked like she had a good place for herself and it made Harry envious in a small way. But that wasn't relevant right now, what was relevant was what he had to say to Draco, and he had better do it now.

Or he'd chicken out again. Something he couldn't afford, not now. It was time to let Draco know everything; it was time to settle whatever it was between them.

"I don't know where to start, Draco. There's so much to be said to you and I can barely start on how angry I am with you," Harry said first and Draco's heart started to race at the thought of Harry still being angry with him.

"I don't even know why the hell I put up with you. Why the hell did I let you go off with Blaise and just be a push over about it those years before? I can't think of one damn reason I let you get away with hurting me so badly once. And now look at me!" Harry said to Draco.

"Harry, where are you going with this?" Draco asked him. Draco didn't want to be made out to be the bad guy here, he had his reasons and Harry wasn't the only victim in this prediction they'd found themselves in.

"Why the hell did you leave and why the fuck did you come back expecting it to be all right with me? What the hell where you thinking, Draco?" Harry asked angrily, turning around to face Draco. His green eyes burned with anger, and Draco only hoped it wasn't so bad that Harry wouldn't hear him out.

"I already told you that, Harry. I love you, damnit. I loved you then but we wouldn't have been ready for it. Could you honestly say that we would have both been able to handle a serious relationship at such a damn young age?" Draco hissed out, taking a step back when Harry made one towards him.

"I—" Harry started but stopped, looking down at his feet for a minute as he shuffled them around on the wooden porch. Draco watched Harry as he seemed to gather his thoughts, and when Harry looked back at him his eyes were no longer filled with anger but once again with confusion.

"You still don't know what you want… do you?" Draco asked him. Draco wished he could disguise the hurt in his voice, but he knew it wasn't going to work. Harry didn't know what he wanted, and he didn't know if he loved Draco.

"No, all that I know is I love you, but it's not a happy feeling. It hurts to even be near you," Harry finally confessed to Draco, looking down at the ground as a shimmer of hope glinted through Draco's silver eyes. 'He loves me, he said it!' his first voice said before his second voice squashed the hope rising in him. 'He said it hurts him, I hurt him.'

"I understand… I guess," Draco responded, looking away from Harry as the disappointment crashed through his barriers.

Harry shook his head and sighed, and he started to move to the stairs leading down the porch to the paved driveway. "You don't understand, how could you when I don't?" Harry asked.

Draco shook his blonde head, the stray hairs flying into his eyes. "I do, though," he insisted.

"No, Draco, you don't. Listen, tomorrow can you meet me at my work? I need this, please," Harry asked him and Draco imagined Harry had grown in a way. He was acting different, it was weird and it only served to make Draco apprehensive. Lately things that were different form the normal had been affecting Draco because of Harry's 'one moment happy next moment angry' attitude.

Draco nodded and looked up at Harry, who was staring up at him with another of his half smile. He seemed to be unsure of smiling, like it was something new to him. "Okay, Harry, tomorrow I'll come in to see you," Draco promised, moving slowly towards the door behind him.

"Okay," Harry responded and walked back down the pavement, where he stopped near the end, looked both ways and…

CRACK.

Harry was gone; he'd apparated for once in three years back to his apartment. Draco could see some changes in Harry, if Harry didn't see them himself. Draco walked back into Pansy's house, smiling half heartedly at her as she stood by the window.

"So you were watching us?" Draco asked her, and Pansy grinned, unashamed of her eavesdropping.

"Of course I was," she said, walking away from him towards the kitchen. Draco didn't need to hear much more then that, he knew Pansy had never been one for caring about others' privacy. Draco started heading up the staircase towards his guest room for a nap, wondering if Pansy would keep her mouth shut or if he'd have to do it for her.

Tomorrow, he'd think about everything tomorrow. For now he was going to have a good rest where he didn't have to be troubled by anything.

Harry left Draco with a heavy heart. He'd tallied the truth in his mind, and yet he still felt pain. Fact- Draco loved him. Fact- he loved Draco. Lie- Draco never cared about him. Lie- Harry didn't need to love someone. Fact- Harry was hurt.

Even after talking to Hermione, Harry needed someone else to talk to. Who else could he go to? The name was obvious, who had he rushed to when he'd woken up with Draco in his bed? Who had he trusted these last three years?

Alex. He'd call Alex, he'd talk to him, and he'd get something figured out to tell Draco tomorrow. Right now it was the best Harry could come up with. Now what was he going to do with his time?

Harry eyed the tele in front of him, looked down at the remote on the table in his living room, and moved back to his bedroom. He must have a book in there to dig up somewhere.

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