"What do... how... I don't know what to do next," Harry admitted.
"I own an owl, Harry," Ron said, pointedly. "Here's some parchment and quill." 
Ron handed it to him, and Harry looked at him, astonished. Ron really did want him to work it out with Draco.
"What... should I write?"
Ron smiled. "Dear Draco... would you like to meet me today? Harry."
Harry glared at him. 
"I'm not joking. Just ask to meet him, either go to Zabini's house or meet a muggle café or something."
"Why a muggle café?"
"Cause you want some privacy, don't ya? There aren't going to be many wizards at muggle shops."
Harry nodded. He didn't know any place, but maybe Draco or Blaise would know of one. "Thanks, Ron."
"No problem. Write it and then come home to clean up and change your clothes, okay?"
Harry nodded and Ron Apparated home. Harry was glad to be alone when he wrote it, a bit excited.
***
Draco was still awake, staring at the ceiling, when Blaise knocked lightly on his door before he strolled in. He hadn't slept more than a few minutes since the reunion.
"Morning, Blondie. Gonna sulk for another day?" Blaise said before he sat on the bed next to him.
"Maybe."
"You've got to be sore. You need to walk around."
Draco trembled and didn't want to. He didn't know if it was going to work out. He didn't know if he could stand to wait another day for Harry to reach out. He didn't know if it was worth getting better for. He had completed his plan, and only Harry could finish it. If Harry was too scared or too hurt, then well... there really wasn't a point. Draco wasn't going to keep trying. He only did it for Harry, because Harry needed to get better. 
"Come on, you need to get strong," Blaise encouraged.
"No," he said, looking away.
"You have to give Potter some time to process. You want him to come here and see you this weak?"
"He won't come here," Draco muttered.
"He will if I tell him you won't get out of bed," Blaise threatened.
Draco glared at him.
"What? I haven't been pushy, have I? I let you wallow enough. Your conniving has come to fruition, so there's no need to let you get your way anymore. I'm responsible for your recovery, and I won't let you give up. You can vent and stew for a bit longer this morning, but Bethany will be here at noon to work out your muscles."
Draco seethed and looked away.
"I'm sorry, but I can't let you give up. I promised Potter. I'll leave you alone, Draco," Blaise said, quietly. 
When he made to get up, Draco turned and said, "Thanks... for putting up with me."
Blaise sat back down. "It's nothing, Draco, really. I care about you. We've been through a lot."
Draco smiled and looked at the wall. He realized that he probably should say something to Blaise about the journal. "Did... did you ever tell Neville about... us?"
Blaise snorted. "Of course. Sorry if you think I shouldn't've."
He looked back at him and shook his head. "No... I just... Harry knows."