Chapter 27

A/N: I have to let you all know a few things that are going on. One, Draco didn't storm out, Harry did because he couldn't believe that Draco didn't trust him. Two, just because they got in a fight doesn't mean they broke up! People get in fights all the time, but it doesn't mean they don't want to be with each other anymore, does it? Three, yes, I forgot to write something in the last chapter, thank you Lyssepoo for pointing it out to me so I could clear it up. I was going to have Jenni tell Harry and Draco that her mum went on a vacation for a while, but I think that part got deleted somehow.

WARNING: If you don't like drama, DO NOT READ THE REST OF THIS STORY. If you do not like the way I write the rest of this story, then flame me all you want, just keep this in mind. I am writing this story for me, and if readers enjoy it, then that's a benefit. I write for my love of writing, and the only person this was meant to please was me. I'm sorry if I sound selfish, but I will not change my plot ideas or my writing style for anyone. If you don't like it, don't read it. That's all I have to say.

Thank you for your attention. Read on.

"Draco?"

Draco grunted slightly, not bothering to look up.

"I'm staying at Grimmauld Place tonight," Harry said quietly, "if you want to talk. And, I just wanted to tell you that I'm not mad anymore. I understand why you'd be upset. I'm sorry. But, Draco, you should trust me enough to know that I would never do that to you. I couldn't hurt you like that."

There was no reply. Draco just continued to stare into his book, pretending to read.

"Alright," Harry nodded. "We'll talk tomorrow." He kissed Draco on the cheek quickly before walking into the kitchen and pulling out his wand. He Apparated over to Grimmauld Place. Hermione and Ginny were already waiting for him in the entrance hall.

"What happened?" Ginny asked softly.

Harry didn't answer immediately. He sat down on the couch next to Hermione and stared at the wall for a moment. "Jenni kissed me."

Both the girls gasped.

"I don't really want to talk about it to anyone but Draco," he sighed, standing up and heading for the stairs. "I just really need to make sure he's okay first."

They both nodded and followed him up the stairs.

"Do you want something to eat?" Hermione asked worriedly. "It's not good to sleep on an empty stomach."

Harry pushed his bedroom door open. "I'm not hungry. I just want to go to sleep and pretend the whole thing never happened. 'Night." He closed the door and fell onto his bed.

Soon, Ron came in, yawning and stretching his arms. "Hey, mate. Are you okay? Hermione told me what happened."

"Yeah, I'm fine," Harry said halfheartedly.

"Alright. She's really worried about you. I told her I'd check on you." He climbed into his own bed, and was soon snoring loudly.

Harry lay awake, staring at the ceiling for hours. What was Draco doing? Was he alright? Was he still mad? Did he believe Harry that it was Jenni's mistake, not his?

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Draco sat there for hours, staring into the book he was holding, trying to concentrate on the words. He couldn't stop thinking about Harry. Why did Harry have to do this to him? And why did he have to leave? Why couldn't he have stayed, and worked it out? Didn't he know the saying, 'you should never go to bed angry'?

He sighed and shook his head. It was getting late. He should have checked in to the Leaky Cauldron by now. But he just didn't want to leave, and go to an empty bedroom all alone.

He shouldn't have ignored Harry like that, he knew it. But what was he supposed to do? Say that it's alright that he kissed their roommate? He honestly wasn't mad at Harry, he was just... confused. Was he supposed to be angry? Did he even have the right to angry at Harry for it?

The door opened, and Jenni came in slowly and sat down on the couch opposite him. She looked worried.

"Are you mad?" she asked after a moment.

Draco shook his head. "No, I'm not mad at you. I'm not mad at either one of you," he whispered.

"Good." She sighed. "Look, Draco, I'm sorry. I didn't mean for it to happen, and I know Harry didn't either. It just... happened. There was nothing either one of us could have done to stop it. I didn't mean to hurt you, and I know that Harry didn't either. I just hope we can still be friends."

"Of course we can," Draco smiled halfheartedly. "It was just a kiss, Jenni, I can get over that."

She smiled gratefully. "Thank you. I really don't want our friendship to be ruined in the middle of all this."

"Me neither." He smiled again, with little more enthusiasm.

They sat there for a while. Draco turned back to his book, and found reading slightly easier. Jenni just paced the room a bit, thinking.

"So are you gonna go talk to Harry?" Jenni asked quietly.

Draco shrugged. "Not today. I will tomorrow. I just need some time to think. Besides, I'm not completely sure I can forgive him yet."

She looked confused. "But you forgave me."

"Yes, but you're not my husband, are you?" He chuckled slightly. "If I catch you kissing a guy, it doesn't even make a dent in my mood. But it's, obviously, a different story with Harry."

She shrugged and sat down on the couch again. "True."

There was a tapping on the window. Draco turned his head, to see what it was. A silver-gray owl was perched on the windowsill, staring into the study.

Draco walked to the window and pulled it open. The owl held out its leg, and flew away as soon as Draco untied the letter.

Mr. Malfoy-Potter,

I am pleased to inform you that you have been invited to become the newest Seeker for the Puddlemere United. A list of needed supplies has been included in this letter, along with a warning about Quidditch.

Thank you very much for joining us. I hope to see you at the next Quidditch practice, which takes place on September third, at eight o'clock AM.

Quentin Quimby

Draco sighed and dropped back down on the couch. "Yay for me," he muttered with mock-excitement.

"What is it?" Jenni asked. He handed her the note, and she scanned it quickly. "Oh my God, Draco, that's great!"

"It's kind of hard to be enthusiastic about anything right now," Draco mumbled, picking his book up again.

Jenni sighed and rolled her eyes. She took his book out of his hands and put it back on the shelf, before grabbing Draco's sleeve and pulling him into the kitchen. "Something good happened, Draco. We're going to celebrate."

Draco put up a weak protest. "I really don't feel like celebrating anything without talking to Harry first," he told her. "It just isn't a good time."

"Don't be ridiculous," he chuckled, pulling the fridge open. She pulled out a bottle of Muggle wine. "It'll help you relax, I promise. You need it."

He thought about it for a moment, then nodded. He desperately needed to relax a bit, and to get his mind off Harry. Anything to get his mind off Harry.

Author's Notes: Hi all. I know this chapter definitely wasn't my best. I'm surprised I even got it out. I haven't felt like writing lately. In fact, I've been majorly depressed. My best friend in the whole world (or one of the two, anyway) moved to California last month. I know it's a sorry excuse, but I just can't concentrate on my writing. So the next chapter should be in quite a while. I'll try to work on it soon, but I'm not promising anything. It could be tomorrow, it could be next year.

TTFN