Before I start, I'd like to thank Vixengreen and Kyla Mizuki for giving me and idea for the next few chapters. Also, thanks to everyone else for your reviews! You guys are awesome! Anyway, the chapters may not be like you suggested, but it gave me ideas, so yeah. Props to you!

"I'm going to kill those guys for this," Harry muttered under his breath. He leaned back against the wall and closed his eyes. He wasn't sure how long he had been in that room, but he was sure it was really dark out now. The cold was seeping in through the doors, making the dungeon even colder than ever. He pulled his clothes tighter around him in an attempt to stay warm.

Draco watched Harry from half-lidded eyes. He could tell the dark-haired boy was getting tired of being in the room. He thought back and tried to figure out how long they had been in here. He guessed that they gave them food at around six o'clock. It's been about four hours since then—or somewhere close to that. So, it should be around ten o'clock now. How long is this stupid thing going to last? Draco thought to himself. But even though he wouldn't admit it, there was still a part of him that felt glad he was alone with Harry.

Harry, his eyes remaining closed, thought over all of his options. He had to get out of here, and soon. Being trapped with Draco was making his nerves go out of control. If he talked to Draco, then it would be all over and he'd be free. If he didn't, he was stuck in there for maybe three days? At the least? But he wasn't sure what was harder. Facing Draco once and for all, facing all that pain and hurt he's suffered for so long, or staying in a locked room for about three days. Right now, it seemed like enduring the next three days was the better option. At least they provided him with food. He let out a small smile at this. He wasn't so sure he could face Draco.

"Hey," Harry said softly, after some thinking. Draco's head shot up in surprise at the sound of his quiet voice. It had been so quiet he almost didn't hear it. Thankfully, there was nothing but them making a sound in the quiet room.

"Yes?" Draco asked after regaining his composure. This seemed like the first time that Harry seemed open to a conversation in a really long time. He didn't want to say anything that could ruin that moment.

"Look," Harry nervously ran a hand through his hair. He wasn't exactly sure what he was doing. "I've been thinking…" Harry paused, trying to think of the right words to say before he said them out loud. He clenched his fists of his lap. He was so nervous that they were shaking. He bit the inside of his cheek to try to calm himself down. "The only reason we're in here," he started, "was because Ron, Blaise, and Hermione wanted the two of us to have a face to face conversation about whatever it is we have to talk about."

Draco nodded his understanding, beckoning for Harry to continue. "From the looks of it, there is no way that they are going to let us out of here until we talk. So, how about we talk about this now and get it over with? I'm pretty sure you don't want to stay in this stupid room for the rest of the weekend."

"Yeah, you're right." Draco agreed. He thought quickly for something else to say but nothing came to mind. "So, what do you want to talk about, exactly?"

"I'm…not sure myself," Harry replied after a while. "But knowing those three, they'll be keeping an eye on us. I guess the first thing we have to do is figure out what they want to hear the two of us to talk about."

"I guess they want to us to talk about what happened." Draco put in.

"What happened with what?" Harry knew what Draco was hinting at, but refused to talk about it.

"Harry, I know you're mad at me. I know I hurt you, betrayed you. And I truly am sorry. What do I have to do to make you believe me? I'm sorry. Please. Just accept my apology and let's fix this."

"First off," Harry replied softly, "Please don't say 'sorry' anymore. I don't like that word so much." Draco looked at Harry curiously, but Harry didn't notice the look. "Anyone can say sorry without truly meaning it Draco. How do I know you're not going to lie to me?"

"Harry, please, you have to trust me. I can't take this. This is killing me." Draco begged, fighting back the tears that were already shining in his eyes.

Harry bit back his lip, fighting back tears as well. He still wasn't emotionally strong enough to talk about this topic. "I don't think I can trust you just yet Draco; Not this easily, anyway." Harry's voice was strained. He was really trying hard not to cry in front of Draco.

A feeling of helplessness washed over Draco. He didn't know what he could do to get Harry to believe him. "I understand that you can't trust me," Draco said after a while. "But please try to listen to me when I say that I really am sorry and I really do regret everything that I ever did to hurt you. I really do love you, Harry. And I really don't want to do anything more that could hurt you. I just… want to know what I could do to stop making you hurt so much. You don't want to hear an 'I'm sorry' so I won't say it. But just know that I am truly honestly, sincerely sorry, Harry. There's nothing else in this world that I regret more than hurting you."

Author: It's really short. I know. But school's coming to an end and I have a lot of final projects to work on and such. I'll try to get more up once I have all of these problems out of the way. Thanks for reading. Reviews are always nice