A/N: Alright, let me explain! Please! This chapter is so amazingly short, really, but there's a reason for that. I have my reasons, trust me. Plus, I needed to end it here because of future chapters. Which, by the way, there won't be too many more. I'm not sure when, exactly, it'll be over, but I'll see how it goes. So, even though it's short, and probably not that great, please review!

"Harry, look, it wasn't meant to be," Ron managed to swallow out.

I refused to touch my food or even look up at my friends. My eyes were transfixed on one being: Draco.

Draco, though, refused to even glance in my direction. He simply stared at the table, laughing every so often at what one of his "friends" said.

"Please," I whispered, though I knew quite well that he couldn't hear me.

When Draco did finally look up, it was to glare, with pain in his eyes.

"Look, just…please just smile at me, make me feel good again," I might as well have been talking to myself, which I really was.

"If you're really that upset about it, just…apologize," Hermione reasoned.

I looked at her as though she were out of her mind, "Hermione, how would…I'm supposed to say, 'I'm sorry for telling you I love you, Draco, I really didn't mean it,'"

"Well," she said slowly, "Draco's a…different kind of person. He may not make sense to you. Besides, you may not love him as much as you think you do,"

"I do!" I screamed. Half of the Gryffindors turned to me, their eyebrows raised.

"I do," I whispered. "I know I love him,"

Hermione let the matter be closed.

In classes and in the hallways it was difficult to function without his beautiful smile pointed in my direction. I guess I had gotten rather used to him. I guess that, without him, I didn't realize how hard my life really had been. In the short month we'd been together, my world had been changed. He made it worth living. Merlin, now I sounded like some cheesy romance novel. He really screwed me up…

"Draco," I whispered catching up with him after Herbology.

"I'm trying to get through, Harry," he paused and searched to see if anyone was around, "Please,"

"No!" I said a lot more forcefully than intended.

"Draco, I want to talk," I pleaded.

"We already did that, remember? I seem to recall there being tears," he said once again turning away.

"I know that you wanted this relationship to be purely physical, and I'm sorry if my feelings got in the way, but that's the thing; I do have them. I respect the fact that you don't feel the same way, but I'd like to give the relationship a second chance."

"Harry, I…"

"Walk with me," I said as I realized we were still in the classroom.

He nodded, "I'm just…it's so damn hard to admit this, but I really am afraid,"

"Afraid of what? I'm not lying, Draco. I really do love you,"

"Stop saying that!"

"It's true!"

Draco laughed, "Yeah, sure. You won't convince me,"\

"Draco,"

I pulled his head up towards mine and kissed him. He obviously didn't object, for a moment later, his tongue was in my mouth. If Draco couldn't say his feelings in words, he proved them with actions. He cared. I knew he cared.

He pulled away and rested his head on my shoulder, "I'm not going to say I feel the same way."

I smiled, and I sort of half-hugged him. "I'm not expecting you too, Dray,"

"But….you matter…so, please….don't," he stopped.

"Don't what?" I asked, confused.

"I….can't….I need…please just…" He looked up with pleading eyes.

I held onto him tight, repositioning him so that his head was still on my shoulder, in case he had another breakdown. (He liked for them to just not be mentioned)

"I'll never hurt you, Draco. I don't know what's happened to you in the past, but I won't ever make you have to lose your trust in me, Draco. Well…never again. I do…I do love you,"

He nodded his head, and though I didn't see it, I felt it. "Thank you," he whispered.