Sorry it's taken me so long to update but I've been busy, ill then busy then ill so there you go. However, I'm updating now and this chapter is not angsty – something I'm sure we can all be glad of.

Thanks to everyone who reviewed and – yes I know the chapter was short, this one is longer. Also, I'm kinda surprised that so many of you were mad at Harry instead of Draco but if that's how you're going to think then that's your perogative (sp?)

Anyhoosi – on to chapter...28?

28. Making it up

It had been a week since Draco had literally had his heart smashed to bits by Harry, all for being honest. Harry had been avoiding him, despite the blond's valiant attempts to talk to him and it was really starting to get to Draco. Just three nights ago, in floods of tears, he had begged Severus to let him return to England, but his uncle had told him to 'sit tight' and 'stay strong'.

Draco was sitting on the black leather sofa in the living room, flicking aimlessly through the music channels, not really paying attention and finally settling on an old Nirvana video.

"Draco?" called Severus.

"Yea?"

"I'm going out for a few hours. I'll be back at about eleven. You can reach me on my cell phone if you need me."

"'Kay."

His uncle's dark head leant in round the doorframe. "Smile Draco, it might never happen."

Draco offered Severus a small, half-hearted smile before turning back to the television. Who ever had said 'honest is the best policy' had obviously never tried it. Load of bollocks really.

The door closed and he stood up, plodding slowly into the kitchen to hunt for some kind of food. However, there was nothing he thought he could really stomach, so he opted for an apple of dubious ripeness.

There came a knock at the door and Draco sighed, forcing himself down the hall to pull open the heavy piece of wood.

Standing there was Harry, his raven hair typically messy and his green eyes blood shot with black bags under them. His navy jeans and white T-shirt were crumpled beyond belief, as if he'd been sleeping in them for days.

"Hey," he said softly, his voice hoarse.

"Hey."

"Can I come in? I think I need to talk to you."

Draco shrugged and stepped aside so Harry could enter. Without speaking, he led the dark haired boy into the living room, sitting back on the sofa while Harry sat in the black leather armchair.

"So?" inquired Draco, raising his blond eyebrows. "Talk."

Harry fiddled with a loose thread on his jeans and nodded, not looking at Draco.

"Look, I'm not going to lie and say that I'm not pissed about what you did 'cause I am-"

Draco made a sound of angry exasperation and jumped up from his seat. "I know!" he yelled. "I know you're pissed off about what I did. You've made it perfectly clear. But if you've just come here to have another go at me about that then you can bloody well fuck off again and save us both the time."

Harry just looked blankly at Draco. "Are you quite finished?"

Breathing heavily and ever so slightly flushed; Draco nodded and sat down.

"Good. Now, if you'll care to listen to me instead of yelling like that, I wasn't actually finished with the sentence."

"Fine," muttered Draco.

"Thank you. What I was going to say is that I'm pissed about what you did, but I realise I may have been a little harsh and could've been slightly more diplomatic about the whole thing. Since you were honest enough to tell me and it was just a kiss. It was just a kiss right?"

"Yes," replied Draco, not bothering to shout. "Just a kiss."

"Then maybe we can stop not talking. Or more specifically I can start letting you talk and stop avoiding you. Is that okay with you?"

Draco smiled, his first real smile in more than a week. "That's so much more than okay with me."

"Good. In that case, can I have a hug?"

His smile growing even wider, Draco got up off the sofa and sat on Harry's lap in the armchair, wrapping his arms around the dark haired boy's neck.

Harry locked his arms tightly around Draco's waist, pressing his face into the other boy's shoulder, breathing him in. He sighed in contentment; he'd forgotten how good Draco smelt.

"Harry?"

"Hmm?"

"In the park, you know, when I...told you. Did you mean what you said?"

Harry opened his eyes and continued to allow his fingers to rub Draco's back. "Yes. I never lie about things like that."

"Why?"

"Why do I love you?"

"Yea."

Harry snaked a hand inside Draco's T-shirt, smiling as the other boy gasped at the sensation of warm fingers on cool skin.

"Because you're smart and kind and funny and gorgeous to boot. And because when I'm with you I feel like nothing bad can ever happen to me."

Draco smiled softly and pressed his lips to Harry's forehead.

"Draco?"

"Yes."

"Just something that's been bothering me."

"Okay."

"That girl, Pansy...is she a good kisser?" asked Harry, blushing almost purple as he did so.

"Not as good as you."

Harry pulled Draco down to his and placed a kiss softly on the blond's mouth.

"I love you Dray."

"Love you too."

Okay, the chapter wasn't much longer and they've made up but...I dunno I think maybe it happened to fast. Ah well, review please nice people.