All I've Got

Chapter Eight:

"What a prick," Ron hissed, leaning back in his chair. "He broke up with Malfoy 'cause Malfoy wanted him to tell everyone?"

Hermione nodded, staring suspiciously at Ron. "I thought you didn't like Malfoy?"

"I don't," Ron sighed heavily. "I just think that.... You know.... He broke up with Malfoy because of something so small. What about me? He hasn't even thought about his best friend in this..."

"Ex-best friend," Ginny corrected scathingly. "Hermione, don't worry about it. I'm sure they'll get through it. I mean, couples fight, but usually they'll work it out."

"I know," Hermione pouted. "But... they're both so stubborn, I'm worried that they won't listen to each other. And I don't want Harry to lose Draco..."

"I do," Ron snorted. "He's a prick. Maybe he'll come around after a couple weeks without Malfoy.

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'I don't know what to do. I can't believe I just did that. Now Harry won't take me back. I'm doomed to this pathetic tiny, dirty room for the rest of my life. I mean, I can't go home. Father--No, Lucius--would kill me, literally. And Mum wouldn't be able to hide me forever, even though she may try...'

Draco growled at his own stupidity. He could have said something else... anything else...

He stood up and began pacing the room. What was he supposed to do now?

'Harry must have called Jenni and told her we wouldn't be moving in.... Oh, God, I hope so, I don't want to do it.... I don't want to talk about what happened at the moment, and that... girl, will surely get on my back about it...'

"You should stop thinking about it," a soft female voice said from the corner of the room.

Draco turned to see Hermione sitting in the chair, her wand out. "Sorry, I apparated. I couldn't just let you two..."

"I-I.... God, Granger, what have I done?!" he exclaimed, leaning back and letting himself fall onto his bed. He didn't want to talk about it... except with Hermione. Well, the girl was Harry's best friend--if anyone could help, it was her. "I can't believe myself! I didn't mean to.... I just blurted out the first thing that came to mind. But I didn't mean it!"

"I know, Draco," Hermione whispered soothingly.

"Is he upset?" Draco asked, tears welling in his eyes. "Does he miss me?"

"Honestly?" Hermione asked nervously. Draco nodded, fearing the worst.

"Well, I didn't talk to him much," Hermione stalled. "I just went to check how he was a couple minutes after you left..."

"Well?" Draco insisted.

"He--he didn't seem upset at all," Hermione squeaked in a small voice. "He was just angry. He told me to get lost, but he didn't seem upset at all."

Draco gasped slightly, frozen in his spot. His throat was dry. He couldn't speak.

"He has had years of practice hiding his emotions, Draco," Hermione muttered, trying to calm the blond Adonis. "I'm sure he's actually upset, he's just not showing it..."

"I-I need to talk to him," Draco said firmly, standing up. He pulled out his wand, and with a pop, apparated to Grimmauld Place.

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There was a knock on the door. Harry looked up from his Firbolt, which he was polishing.

"I told you, Hermione, leave me alone! I don't want to talk right now!" he shouted, turning back to his broom.

The person knocked again, without saying a word.

Harry grumbled and went to the door. Automatically, he slammed it again. "Go away, Draco!"

"I'm not leaving until you talk to me!" Draco replied through the door.

"What, are you gonna make me tell them now?! There's nothing to tell anymore, we're over!"

"Alohomora." The door opened, and Draco stepped in. "Harry, please. I just want to talk--I didn't come here to fight."

Harry sat down on his bed and picked his broom up again, ignoring the red-eyed blond.

"I'm sorry for what I said, Harry. I didn't mean it. I don't want this to end just because of a stupid thing like this."

Harry ignored him still.

"Please!" Draco pleaded. "I'm sorry, Harry! You don't have to tell them if you don't want to. I don't know why I kept it up. It was just a stupid thing! But I don't care anymore!"

Silence.

"What do you want me to say?" Draco asked quietly. "I have nothing else to tell you! I didn't mean it, I'm sorry I said it."

Harry pointed to the door with his free hand. It hurt him to see Draco like this, but he still needed some time to cool off.

Draco's eyes filled with tears again. How could Harry refuse him? After that?

He turned to leave. Before he opened the door, he muttered, "I love you, Harry. Please forgive me."

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