Another chapter is coming, sort of like this one except it's from Dracos POV. I hope you like!

Harry had been kept so busy during the first few weeks of the summer holidays, he barely had time to think about what had happened during the past couple of months.

His aunt would bang on his door at 7:30 and scream,"Get up! Get up you lazy child! Get up and fix breakfast!" She would continue to hammer on the door until Harry would scream back at her.

It was the same every day. Get up, get dressed and hoble down the stairs, into the bright kitchen and start breakfast and fill everyone's plates. Dudley would hassle him into making him another breakfast, bigger than the last, and Harry would have to oblige, even though he wanted to scream at him and say,"You don't need anymore you fat lazy poof!"

Dudley would laugh as Harry mumbled to himself every morning making the breakfast. Uncle Vernon would glare at him evily over the mornings paper and silently threaten him. Harry would just drop his head and continue with the morning chores.

Once his uncle was gone for work, his aunt would shove a list of things into his hand that she wanted done during the day. He'd groan everytime she'd hand him the list, which seemed to grow bigger and bigger each day. He'd get dressed in some work clothes and go outside to begin his work.

Once the day was done, he'd lay in his room at night, exhausted, but never falling asleep right away. Even though his muscles ached, and his eye lids were heavy, he'd lay and stare at the ceiling until his mind finally got tired of running through things and he drifted off to dream land.

He contemplated owling Ron or Hermione several times. Hell, he even comtemplated owling Draco, and that's when he knew he was truly off his rocker at this point. Draco probably would never recieve the letter, or he'd get it and not even read it. He might even do something horrible to Hedwig and he didn't want anything to happen to her. She was his only friend when he was at Privet Drive. He couldn't lose her.

The only thing that kept him remotely sane, was thinking that in just a few more short weeks, he'd be leaving this hell hole for the Borrow. The Weasely's were always more than happy to have him stop by, and they were even more happy to have him stay several weeks. Harry always tried to do his fair share of work when he stayed, but Mrs. Weasley would always complain and claim that it was the other childrens work, and to not lift a finger. He was secretly happy about that, even though he always did do some work. He felt obligated to do so.

He wondered why his friends hadn't owled him lately. The only contact he had with any of them was a package from Ron that arrived late one night from Pig who almost woke up the whole house. Harry had to satisfy him by giving him several treats before Harry was able to scribble a short reply of thanks and send him back.

The package contained all of his favorite treats from Honeydukes.

Harry,
Fred and George frequent Hogsmeade now doing some business with some people who own a few shops there. They thought you might like some things from Honeydukes. Trust me, the food is good, it's not a trick, and if it is,
we'll just get them back for it later.

Ron

Harry sat the letter on his dresser and ate a piece of candy before shoving the package under the floor in his special hiding place that he had found a few years back. That place kept him sane whenever his aunt would with hold food, or whenever she'd go on her crazy diet streak and claim that everyone in the house to go on it. Even though Dudely never stuck to it, he never did either, but atleast he had good food to do it with.

On this particular night, Harry leaned back on his bed and stared at the ceiling, thoughts going to Draco like they had so many other times before. What was he doing? Did he miss him like he did?

Of course he doesn't! Harry got up from the bed and swiped his arm across his dresser knocking several items off and onto the floor. Hedwig was frightened by this and began to flutter around her cage. "Quiet you." he said and gave her a few owl treats.

He paced around the room a few times and jumped onto his bed. Why did everything always go wrong for him? Did nothing EVER work out for him? He came to the conclusion that he would never be loved. There were plenty of girls at his school that would die to date him, plenty, and yet, he found none of them attractive, and that was only because he was gay. Sure, there probably were a few guys that liked him as well, but he didn't know them, didn't care to know them, he only wanted to know Draco.

Did that make him obsessed? If so, he didn't care. He just wished that Draco would tell him what he wanted to know, and he wanted it to be the truth this time. There was something between them. Harry felt it. It was like a connection. More powerful than he had ever felt between himself and anyone ever before. Everytime Draco would touch him, it felt as if a electric current was running through his body. The night he kissed him, he felt as if he'd fall to pieces right there on the floor, and when he stopped, Harry felt as if he'd be a jigsaw puzzle forever.

"You have to move on." he said outloud and Hedwig hooted. "He doesn't love you. It was the oil, it caused all of this everything you felt, you weren't supposed to love him, and you fell for him, now you have to suffer, just like he did."

And at that moment, Harry was sure that he deserved to suffer.