A/N: Hello.I know i said that i wouldn't be updating, but i have very little homeowork this week. :) big smile everyone. I had some lovely reviews and i thank you kindly. There were two anons and i would like to reply as i always reply to reviews.

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Chapter Three

Hermione sunk down into a chair in Flourish and Blotts. Why did she have to be so selfish? Draco was right, the man that she loved, loved her back. Draco would kill for his affections to be returned. Her head perked up at that thought. 'What if his affections are returned? I better get this straight now because he may not be there soon. Oh my god. What have I done? Draco is amazing. If Harry is bi there is no way he could resist. I know he loves me, but men are men. What keeps holding me back?' She went back to her flat for some tea. That always helped her think.

Ron ran into Draco's bedroom when he heard crying from the living room. Draco was in his bed, sobbing. He had never really seen Draco cry. It was like a myth or something you know exists, but can't imagine. Draco was always strong, strong enough for all four of them at some points. 'What could bring him down like that?' He came up completely empty. He cautiously walked over to the bed and put his hand on Draco's shoulder.

Draco wasoblivious to Ron's presence.

"Draco?" he finally said. He could hear him saying something over and over under his breath. It wasn't until he turned Draco over that he heard the question.

"Why couldn't he love me?" Ron sat on the bed and pulled Draco's head up to his shoulder. He rocked gently, trying his best to comfort his friend.

"Draco, who ever hurt you is obviously stupid and not worth your time." There was a slight pause. "Who was it?" he had a fascinated glint in his eyes. 'Only a straight man could reject Draco.' Draco stirred in his arms. His eyes were less blurry and he seemed to be coming back to reality.

"Ron, what are you doing here?" he looked up to see Ron looking petrified. "Not that I don't appreciate it." Ron's grip loosened a bit and he slowly let Draco get up.

"I came in looking for you, since you never showed up at the pub and I heard crying. I thought someone was hurt so I came in to see what was wrong. Draco, who hurt you that bad? I've never seen you cry before. I just want to make sure you will be alright." he only added that last part because of the murderous glare in Draco's eyes.

"That isn't important. I'm over it now." Draco walked out of the room and Ron followed.

"Whatever Draco. If you want to talk, fire call." he threw some floo power in the fire place and almost stepped in.

"Wait," Ron stopped and turned. "I don't want to talk about who it was, but I will tell you what happened." Ron accepted his offer and walked over to the couch.

"Spill." he looked at Draco expectantly. Draco sat in the seat next to him and leaned slightly into him.

"I've been in love with this guy for ages. I- I never knew how to tell him and it made me feel like a coward. Today he heard me speaking to someone about my feelings for him. Later, I found him completely drunk and he said he didn't want to hurt our friendship, but he was in love with someone else." one silent tear rolled down his cheek at that last statement.

"Oh my god. You- you're in love with Harry aren't you? I saw him at the three broomsticks and he looked terrible. He didn't say anything about this though." Draco didn't need to answer, his face said it all. He slowly dropped his head back on to Ron's shoulder.

"What the hell am I supposed to do? He was one of my best friends. I always said my feelings for him would come second to our friendship and now, all that hard work for nothing. He will probably never speak to me again. I can't even get Hermione to see how damn lucky she is. I am completely and utterly useless." Ron was staring down at the blonde head on his shoulder. He took the man's face into his hands and pulled his head back so that their eyes met.

"You, Draco Malfoy, are the farthest thing from useless. You are an amazing person and a great friend. I wouldn't trust Harry's words when he is that drunk. He will probably regret them once he is sobered up and apologize. I don't know if his interests will change, but he will not let this get in the way of your friendship." he stroked Draco's hair.

"Ron, why are you touching my hair?" he moved his head quickly off his shoulder and looked at Ron accusingly.

"Sorry, I guess I didn't even realize I was doing it." he looked incredibly embarrassed and his face went bright red.

Hermione was pacing her study. She had almost flooed to Harry's house three times. Why did she second guess herself? She never did before. 'Just one more way I've changed.' she took a few more paces and fell to her knees. She had just realized the breaking point in her relationship. "There was no we, it was me. Why do I have to be afraid? What if he doesn't want me anymore? I-I" she lay on the floor and cried for a good half hour. Just as she was getting ready to get up, Harry stumbled out of her fire place. He seemed to stumble a little more than usual though.

He fell to the ground next to her. Just as he as he passed out he whispered. "I love you" in her ear. She levitated him onto the couch in the living room and got a bottle of hangover potion out of the cabinet. She set the potion on the table in front of him and then lay down next to him. If just for one night, they would be together again. She couldn't deny her feelings any longer. She fell asleep dreaming of all the times she had done this before.

Draco looked into Ron's blue eyes and laughed. "Ron, it isn't that big a deal. Just curious." he laughed harder when Ron punched him softly in the stomach.

"What is so funny, Draco?" he said as he repositioned himself on his side of the couch.

"Nothing, it's just your face," Ron looked hurt for a second. "Your facial expression you half whit." Draco through a pillow at him and it hit Ron square in the nose.

"Now that was uncalled for!" Ron jumped across the couch and started tickling Draco mercilessly. By the end of their little game Ron was on top of Draco, on the floor and could not muster the energy to move another muscle. He looked up at Draco and saw that he was no longer smiling and his eyes were full of sadness. 'Great, I'm lying on top of him, but all he can think about is fucking Harry! I was stupid to think he could stop'. He slowly raised himself off of Draco and flooed home without a word. Draco did nothing to stop him.

In the morning, Harry was the first to wake up and he had the worst bloody headache he could remember. He looked around as little as possible, due to the blinding light streaming through the windows. He stopped for a second, windows that are on the wrong side of the room. 'Where the hell am I?' He opened his eyes and realized there was someone leaning against him. He wasn't sure if he wanted to wake up now. He wished it could be Hermione, but he knew that couldn't happen now. After last night, he had completely given up. That didn't happen easily, but Hermione was right. They were different. He finally got the courage to look down. He looked down at the girl next to him. She had bushy brown hair and gorgeous brown eyes, which were staring back at him. "Hermione? I must be dreaming." he smiled down at her.

"Good morning, Harry. No you are not dreaming. We- we need to talk. You came through my fire place last night and passed out in my study."

"But why did you sleep with me on the couch and why didn't you just bring me home?" his eyes were bright with anticipation and hope.

"I was on my way to your house anyway. As I was saying, we need to talk." she sat up and considered her words carefully. "I am afraid, Harry. When I said that we had changed, I really meant me. I have changed so much and I am scared to death that you won't want me anymore." she was crying and he pulled her head to the crook of his shoulder. He stroked her hair lovingly.

"Hermione, I could never not want you. I don't think it is physically possible. I love you." he kissed her softly, but she pulled away. He cursed under his breath.

"But what if I am not that person you fell in love with anymore! I don't want you to settle for anything less than what you want, even if I am not it anymore."

"I still know who you are, even if you don't. You always think of others before yourself, you would much rather read a book than, well anything., you make me smile no matter how upset I am, you are the only reason I got through the war at all. Hermione, you have changed, but for the better. You are a little more paranoid and irrational, but we always said you were too uptight to begin with." he paused for a moment. "I saw you and Draco at the three broomsticks yesterday. I only heard his last comment, but it was enough to gather the rest of the conversation. Were you trying to get him to tell me how he feels? I don't know which hurt worse, knowing that I will never look at Draco the same way or knowing that you were officially done with me."

"It's true I was trying to help Draco, but I was in denial and I thought that he would be good for you. I told him I didn't know if you were bi, but he should at least try. I only realized what I had done when I got home. I just had to pray that you were straight because only a straight man could resist Draco." At this statement Harry turned quite sad.

"I think I hurt him last night. I don't remember what I said, but I saw him and I know he left abruptly. I can't imagine what else it could be."

"It's ok, I'm sure eventually all of this will get worked out. He is probably just as worried as you are. He was terrified of losing your friendship. He said he was your best friend first and for most, everything else was secondary. He really didn't know how to tell you. I hope you give him a second chance. He really is far too good a friend to let go." she got up and walked to the kitchen. "Would you like breakfast?"

"Are you cooking?" he asked sarcastically.

"Very funny Harry. Yes, I am cooking. Either that or you can have Chex" she opened the refrigerator door. "With no milk." he got up off the couch, walked to the kitchen, put his arms around her waist and kissed her neck.

"I think I'll take the Chex, thanks." she smacked the side of his head.

"If you want we can go out."

"Yes, that would be nice." He kissed her and for the first time in weeks she kissed him back.

A/N: I hope everyone is happy. I know Draco isn't, but that could change. ; ) There is still a bunch more that needs to happen so this story is in no way over just because Harry and Hermione are back together. : LITTLE PURPLE BUTTON : aLtO