It seems that I am always apologizing for a wait, so why not break tradition! I'm sorry for the wait guys, my sister just installed The Sims on our computer and is completely obsessed. I, of course, have a Harry Potter neighbourhood and have only moved in Harry and Draco and Remus and Severus. Unfortunately, Remus and Severus hate Harry and Draco and they don't really like seeing one another…not that you lot care…

Also, as a little note, I re-posted the previous chapter because of my horrendous French. I had someone help me out with the translation and I APOLOGIZE to everyone. Surprisingly, there will be no more foreign languages appearing in this fic.

Here's this lovely new chapter, entitled, 'I'm Being Paged'.

Harry,

First of all, I'm sorry. I didn't mean that you were just a plaything. I respect you more than that. It surprised me that you would even think I would treat you in such a way.

I wish I could be there to tell you this in person, but I have to leave in a few minutes. I just didn't want you to hate me while I was away.

It will probably be after you have to go back to Hogwarts before I'll be able to see you again. I hope everything is going well with Malfoy and you are doing okay. I'll see you as soon as I can.

With Love,

Oliver

"What are you doing?" Draco said softly as he rifled through his purchases, separating the clothes, books, and other items into different piles.

Harry sighed and folded the letter back up, stuffing it into the envelope. "Reading Oliver's letter. He went to America to play Quidditch."

Draco made a face and laid his hands on a hard spectacled case that held a new pair of dark, wire-framed sunglasses.

"Sounds like fun. That's the thing I will miss most of all, besides not seeing, of course. Quidditch was my favourite pastime. What, did you not want him to go?" Draco asked innocently.

"I never said I didn't want him to go," Harry said and began to fold the t-shirts and jeans they had picked up for Draco on their little expedition. Harry had felt Draco would be more comfortable in clothes that weren't as worn and Gryffindor-oriented.

Draco made an inaudible noise. "Ah. So…what did he do? You're mad at him, I can tell by the tone of your voice."

Harry sighed and moved the course book on learning Braille and a few other books in Braille to his desk.

"He said he liked me."

If Harry was expecting a reaction, he was sorely disappointed. Draco was only opening and closing the case that held his glasses.

The Gryffindor was a bit put out by Draco's lack of a snide remark, and he chewed on a scab on his lower lip. "Come on Draco, do you have any idea what an insult that is?"

Draco only raised his eyebrows and shrugged. "It doesn't sound like an insult to me," The blonde said softly.

Harry sat next to Draco and crossed his legs. "It is too! I dedicated a lot of my time to him. The least he can do is tell me he loves me. Is that too much to ask?"

Draco kicked off his shoes and shrugged again. "It is if he doesn't love you. You can't expect someone who doesn't feel that way about you to tell you they do. It's not fair."

"How would you know?" Harry stated in a tone that was too bitter for the situation. "Have you loved someone and not had that love returned?"

Draco ran a quick hand through his hair out of nervous habit. "I may have," he finally said, "but I can tell you that I learned much more by being the one who didn't love back. I find it hard to love someone, being so admittedly love-deprived as I am. Oliver may be the same way, I don't know."

"Oliver is just an arse," Harry stated blandly, successfully lightening the mood. Draco even chuckled a bit.

"That's much more likely the case. I wouldn't waste my time on someone who won't be committed to you. There is bound to be better out there for you."

Harry took the sunglasses out of Draco's hands and slipped them onto his face, the nosepieces resting lightly in their place.

"Yeah, well, we will see," Harry grumbled and studied Draco's face. "Your glasses look good on you. I'm glad you let me get them."

"You would have got them anyway," Draco said and ran a solitary finger around the frame.

"Probably," Harry replied and stretched. There was a large amount of commotion from downstairs and Harry groaned. "They are back. I should go down and help them unpack things. Come on."

Draco rolled over the bed and sighed. "Yeah, I have really missed your lovely friends. Weasel has been especially accommodating. I really, really want to hug him. Can we go now? Please?"

Harry laughed loudly and grabbed the blonde's hand. "Alright, alright. Keep your knickers on. I know you missed Ron but you will be together again in due time. Follow me down the stairs."

Draco grinned and smoothed his jumper. "Potter, is it safe to say we are not to tell anyone of our enlightening trip to your little French paradise?"

Harry started down the stairs, Draco close behind him. "Yeah. I don't think Ron will take too well with me ditching him and Hermione to go somewhere with 'the ferret'. Plus, Remus wouldn't be too happy about us leaving, especially since Voldemort probably has people looking for you everywhere."

"He already knows I'm with you," Draco said softly, "He said I shouldn't think you can protect me. He…he also said…"

Harry laced his fingers together with Draco's and looked over to the blonde, waiting on him to speak.

Something Voldemort said dawned on him slowly. "He said that my blindness was a temporary punishment. He said that it would be over when I join him. Maybe I should…"

"No. We will find a way to fix it without you becoming a Death Eater," Harry said forcefully. "We'll talk about it later. I'm sure Professor Snape has already started on a few potions to help."

Draco stopped dead. "No! Severus can't help; he's a Death Eater! Don't tell me you didn't know that."

Harry put an arm around the Slytherin's shoulder and said, "Snape is a spy for Dumbledore. That's how Dumbledore knew that you had been attacked. I may not like him much, but he can be trusted."

The Slytherin let out a sigh of relief and started moving again. "Good. Severus is the only person who I could talk to. I'm glad I can still trust him."

"Good evening you two," came to voice of Remus Lupin accompanied by the crinkling of shopping bags. "How was your day? Was it boring?"

Harry chuckled and Draco replied, "Oh, we made our own fun. Despite popular belief Potter is slightly fun to be around."

Remus looked from the blonde Slytherin to Harry, who shrugged. Remus grinned and said, "Got him brainwashed already, Harry?"

"I guess," Harry said and guided Draco into a chair at the dining table.

They heard arguing approaching and Draco cradled his head in his hands. Remus began to knead his temples slowly and Harry sighed.

"Don't tell me I'm being unreasonable, Hermione! I just don't see why everyone is being so bloody nice to the little bastard!"

"He's not a bastard Ron, he's just a teenager like you and me. He hasn't been the nicest person to us but that doesn't give us the right to be mean to him. Two wrongs don't make a right, Ron. I thought even someone as thick as you would understand that."

"I don't buy into this whole 'I'm not evil, I'm a good guy' thing. I still think he's a…" But Ron trailed off, seeing as he and Hermione had now joined Remus, Harry, and Draco in the dining room.

Hermione put her bags on the table and said, "Hey boys. I take it you had fun today? I'll be the first to admit that my enjoyment was rather limited."

Ron had the decency to blush, but the one who his harsh words affected the most couldn't see it.

"Oh, I got you all sorts of stuff Draco," Hermione continued. "I got you this thing…it's kind of like a muggle compact disc player. It has all of your textbooks programmed in it and you can listen to whatever you want. I thought it was brilliant."

Draco lifted his head and grinned. "It does sound like a rather good idea. Thanks."

"That's not all she got you," Remus added. "That girl went absolutely batty. She got all your textbooks in Braille, a few novels in Braille, an audio lesson on how to learn Braille, and some sort of talking stick."

Draco quirked an eyebrow and said, "Talking stick?"

Hermione sat next to the Slytherin and made an annoyed noise. "The stick doesn't talk, you talk to it. And in my defence it will be extremely useful when we get back to Hogwarts. It's called a Desti-Cane and you tell it your destination. All you have to do is hold on. It will take you the shortest route to your desired place and you won't bump into anything."

She paused, and added, "At least that is what the package said. It might be useful if Harry isn't around to help you somewhere."

Draco raised an interested eyebrow and cradled his chin in his hand. "Probably. Thanks a lot, Hermione.

"No problem."

Remus began to unload his bags as well, separating Draco's robes from Harry's. A thought seemed to hit him and he said, "Oh, Draco, I talked with Professor Dumbledore about your situation and he has already taken the liberty, after talking with Harry the first time, to set you up your own room."

He paused, seemingly hesitant to finish. "It's close to the Gryffindor common room. I guess he thought you would be safer there."

Draco sighed. "I guess I would be. Did he happen to say anything regarding a new wand? I don't think it would be safe for me to go to Mr. Ollivander's shop and get one."

"Actually Draco, he did. Albus wants to come and talk to you sometime in August. Professor Snape is dying to see you as well, Dumbledore has informed me many times that Severus has been worried sick."

Draco chuckled and Ron made himself known when he let out a bitter snort at the thought of his snarky Potions teacher actually being worried.

"So Mr. Ollivander will drop by soon with a few wands to try?" Harry asked and Remus nodded.

"Exactly. I stopped by his shop to answer a few questions about you so he can pull a few that might be right," Remus said through a stretch and a yawn. "Well, I'm going to write a letter and go to bed. Make sure you lot put up your things. If I were you I would be getting to bed as well, it's been a long day. Good night, all."

There were various choruses of 'Goodnight Remus' from everyone, excepting Ron.

The redhead snatched up his bag and snarled, "I'm going too."

"Sweet dreams Ron," Draco said in a mock sweet tone and both Harry and Hermione lowered their gaze and brought up a hand to cover their smiles.

Needless to say Ron did not respond to the blonde.

As Ron slunk away Harry slapped the back of Draco's head and Hermione laughed aloud despite herself.

"Draco you are not helping things," Harry hissed, trying not to laugh himself.

The Slytherin shrugged and started pulling shopping bags towards him. "I wasn't trying to help. I hope you don't have my robes in the same bag as Harry's. I don't want them touching."

Hermione rolled her eyes and stuffed Draco's Slytherin robes back into their bag, then shoved the bag into his arms. "They are in their own bag, you git. I have a feeling your robes are going to touch at some point at school, so you might as well put them in the same bloody bag."

"I don't want my robes touching Draco's anyway," Harry said softly and sighed. "I'm tired. I think I'll call it a night. Do you want to stay up a while with Hermione or come with?"

Draco threaded his hand through the handles of the bags in his area and smiled in satisfaction. "I think I'll go with you. Goodnight, Hermione. Harry, I'm going to try to get up the stairs on my own. I'll scream in pain as loud as I can if I need your help."

"Night Draco," Hermione said and placed a light kiss on his forehead before he stood, carefully making his way toward the bedroom.

"Thanks for getting him all of those things today Hermione, I really think they will help," Harry said as he gathered he and Draco's remaining bags.

Hermione smiled and yawned. "No problem, Harry. Ron was difficult, but since you care about Draco I made sure he got everything he will need."

Harry grinned sheepishly and sighed. "And I'm glad you did. I guess I do care about him. Don't tell Ron, or Draco for that matter. He claims to be straight."

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Yeah, and I'm a star on AbFab."

"You do realize I am the only person in this house who would get that."

Hermione winked and said, "I know."

"HARRY!" Came a slightly shrill scream from the hallway and Harry rolled his eyes.

"I'm being paged. Sweet dreams, 'Mione."

Hermione giggled and said, "Sweet dreams."

"Potter?"

"What Draco?"

"…You can stay here again, if you want."

"I was planning on staying anyway."

"…Oh."

"Good night, Draco."

"Night."

That one was slightly long. I's proud of meself!