A/N: Yes, I know it has been a while since I last updated and once again I apologize! Everything has been messed up lately, but it doesn't matter anymore. I FINALLY finished Chapter 7. It's a bit on the short side, but I'll make it up with Chapter 8, in which I'll try to update faster this time. I don't have Microsoft Word on my computer, so I apologize for all the spelling and grammar mistakes; But I got my friend EVE to help me beta this story! So this chapter is dedicated to her.

Previously: "He wants to have lunch with me tomorrow," Harry said, going back into his dazed state.

Ron and Hermione stopped laughing immediately, and stared at Harry.

"You're not joking!" Blaise exclaimed once Draco had told him about his decision to meet up with Harry. "Don't you think it's a bit too early?"

Draco sighed impatiently, "Fuck Blaise, it's not like I'm getting back together with him."

"Then why are you going?" Blaise demanded.

"Because I want to know what happened in my past, something you won't talk to me about."

"Ask Severus!"

"He lied to me, what makes you think he won't do it again?"

Blaise stood up from the couch and walked over to Draco, "So does this mean you trust Potter? You don't know if he'll lie to you either, so why are you being sodependent onhim?"

"Can you just shut up and leave me alone?" Draco snapped.

"No. Am I supposed to let you go and get hurt?"

Draco rolled his eyes, "We're just going to talk. I'm going to get dressed now, excuse me." He got up from the chair he was sitting in and walked passed Blaise.

"You think you're prepared, don't you?" Blaise sneered. "Now tell me, if you're so prepared, what are you going to say when Potter tells you that he still loves you?"

Draco stopped walking and stood there with his back facing Blaise. The thought hadn't occured to him at all, but he knew he couldn't just keep ignoring it. One of these days Harry will most definitely confess, but Draco wasn't ready to hear that...from anyone. He was fine being alone, it was rather peaceful. Hearing the way Blaise usually argued with Pansy had given him the appreciation of being single. Was Blaise right though? Is it too soon? Draco hadn't even figured out his feelings for Harry; not one thought had crossed his mind about it.

"Well?" Blaise asked. "Are you going to run into his arms and tell you him you love him too?"

Draco turned his head slightly to the side, not looking directly at him, "I'll tell him the truth."

Blaise crossed his arms and sat down, "And what is the truth pray tell?"

Draco looked down at the patterned rug of his living room. How was he supposed to answer the question when he didn't understand it himself? Thinking back on the day he had met Harry at Emmick's party, he remembered thinking Harry was quite good looking, but that was all.

"Draco!" Blaise snapped impatiently.

Draco turned around, "I'll tell him that I don't love him. He doesn't expect me to. Severus already explained everything to him."

"And will that stop him from feeling the way he does for you?" Blaise looked at his friend. "You'll end up hurting him, do you really want that to happen?"

"What am I supposed to do then?" Draco asked, running a hand through his hair frustrated.

"Simple," Blaise replied. "Don't go."

Draco stared hard at him. He didn't want to cause anyone any trouble, but was this the right way to dodge the problems he can't face yet?

"He can't love you forever," Blaise continued. "Seeing you again will only ignite those feelings for you. Think about it, if you don't go he might give up on so he can move on. You both can move on. But if you do go, he'll end up thinking there's a chance to get back together with you when you clearly don't have the slightest feeling for him. You'll end up feeling worse than you do now. I know you."

The more he thought about it, the more it began to finally make sense; this was a stupid idea. Draco nodded and silently left the room.

"Listen to what I've said," Blaise called after him

Harry sat alone in the little cafe he had agreed to meet with Draco in. He had ordered two cappucinos already, and there was still no sign of Draco. With a last look around the warm shop, he dug through his wallet and left some money on the table before leaving with disappointment.
A/N: Yep, you probably all want to kill me right now...BUT like I said, I'll make it up with Chapter 8. Anyway, this is my Christmas present to you all! MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!