I used to think that everything was outlined,

If you are bad or your good, separated by an invisible line.

I remember when I used to glare at him on contempt, when I used to hate him. The way he would sneer at us and insult hermione. The way he always ridiculed others, he just seemed so insensitive. He would smirk and keep his blonde hair perfect, his clothes immaculate, his countenance as dark as his heart.

Draco Malfoy.

We were enemies and rivals, opposite in every sense of word. We were too far apart to understand each other to get the other's pain and struggles.

"Potter, you are such a twat." he sneered at me distastefully and at our ruined potion.I glared back with just the same hate and vindictiveness. I growled, I could already feel my anger rising." At least I'm not a prick like you Malfoy."

That was what we were, rivals. It was some sort of cruel twisted game fate played on us. We couldn't see truth right in front of us.

In every story, there's the hero and the villain,

You are either one of the two, no switching,

I always knew who I was, or I thought I did. I was the Boy Who Lived. The poster child of the light, the vanquisher of the dark lord, the perfect golden boy. It was all outlined fore, pre ordained, before my birth.

Everyone kissed my feet and practically worshipped the ground I walked on. I was oblivious, curious and foolish. I did as I was told and everyone praised me for doing the simplest things. After being ignored my whole life at the Dursleys, it was a nice change of pace, I finally felt wanted, honoured...noticed.

He didn't think that. He did everything he could to belittle me. He treated me just like he treated everyone else. And in some ways, I am grateful for that. Because in a twisted way, he was my anchor to the earth that stopped the game from getting intoy head and making me exactly what the wizarding world saw me as, a spoilt rich kid who just so happened to be the savior.

In some ways we were the same. Just like me, he had his fate written for him.

He was the son of a death eater. It was his fate to one day follow in his father's footsteps and don on the black robes and masks of the worshippers of Voldemort. It was written, decided, without giving him a choice. It was what he was meant to be. It was his mission. His sole reason for being born.

No one was born evil, we were given dark and light,A battle between what is wrong and what is right,It started as a speculation at first. The times I saw him duck between the shadows, his unusual behavior. The way he acted raised my suspicion and I soon began to follow him around.

He was up to no good, I was so sure. Maybe I was just looking for something to cling unto after Sirius died. Maybe I needed something to distract me. And distract me it did.

I didn't realize when my suspicion became my obsession. I tracked him down like a snatcher, grabbing the littlest of clues and scrambling for an answer like mysterious puzzle. I wanted to know more. I had to find out what he was planning.

When I found out he was the one who tried to kill dumbledore, I was beyond furious. He was a death eater. He was scum.

And that how we ended in the bathroom together.

Our conscience in mind, devil and angel on our shoulder,

the side we pick determines who we are,

I saw him broken. I saw him break down and cry. I saw him moan in agony and scratch at the mark on his a repeatedly. I heard him call himself things which to this day I can't say without crying myself. Things only I heard, things that will forever be locked away in my heart, things that I needed to hear.

I finally looked beyond the perfect picture he presented the world. I didn't see an arrogant death eater wannabe, I saw a broken soul. A person. An actual living person with feelings and not the rubber stamp of his father.

I didn't know when I reached out to him. All I knew was that my soul was calling out to me to help him.

And I did.

I don't regret it at all. I can only imagine what would have happened if I confronted him instead. It would have completely shattered him. I learnt a lot more about Malfoy.

He was sweet. He noticed the littlest of things and knew just how to make me smile again. He was my rock. He was always there like a shadow. He let me vent, let me cry, made me laugh. He was beautiful, fractured, but beautiful. We shared our pain together and grew a sense of trust and safety. He was there for me and I was there for him.

I met with him anywhere I could. We had to keep our relationship a secret. We could not let the world know we were friends. It was all we had left that kept us sane. And maybe in some ways we were insane for being the only one who could keep the other sane.

But sometimes the path is blocked by trials,

And we make hard choices for our survival,

,He did it all for his mother.

He told me on one of the many nights we spent together in the astronomy tower. He told me why. He even showed me the mark and told me how much he hated it.

But he didn't resent his parents. He stilled loved them because somewhere deep down, he believed that they did not want him to lead the life that he currently did. He believed that despite everything, no person was completely bad.

I asked him if he regretted it. He laughed bitterly at that but said no. He told me that sometimes we made hard choices because fate was unfair and karma is a bitch. He told me he would do the same for me. That we were friends and I was the only one who would really understand. My heart warmed at the thought.

That night I had my first kiss with him, under the stars, on the astronomy tower.

The world isn't black and white,

There are things that are hidden beyond our sight,

The day I watched dumbledore die, a part of me died as well. Draco couldn't see me, but I could see him. I felt like I was played for a fool, just a tool, used and discarded. It hurt to see the one person who pushed through everything to help me die at the hands of the man I loved.

Part of me was broken as he tried to explain himself. All I could see was my mentor dying. Falling off the astronomy tower, Draco above him with a blank expression. I shut down and left. I didn't say goodbye, I wish I had.

I didn't see him for months. Mione, Ron and I moved from place to place gathering the hocruxes to destroy them. It was long, tedious and repetitive. I didn't expect to see him again. I had given up on my love and locked it away in a cage in my heart and thrown away the key.

Until Malfoy Manor.

Seeing him again was a huge kick in the balls. He was as regal as ever, as handsome as ever. When I looked into his eyes, they were dead and blank, like he shut himself out from the world to protect his mind. He lied to them. He helped us escape. He gave me his wand.

All the while, he remained emotionless and collected. He snuck us out, fully aware of the consequences of what he was doing. When I looked back I could see some of the light he lost. I could see my Draco, I could look beyond the dark mark and death eater robes.

Whether we bathe in darkness or thrive in the light unseen,

We will always find each other in the grey in-between.

Hogwarts was in ruins, but I couldn't care less. I frantically searched the crowd for him, looking for his signature white blonde hair. My heart pounded in my chest wondering if he made it. My feet led me to the astronomy to were where he stood. He had his hands in his pockets.

I walked up beside him also staring at the sunset. The war was over, he was right here. It was over. I leaned on his shoulder and he rested on me. Of course I knew the battle was far from over. There would be people that fought against our love. People who wouldn't understand. People who would try to tear us apart. But I was ready for it.

"are you scared of what people will say about us?" I hummed.

Draco laughed, his grey eyes glinting.

" after living in the same house as Voldemort, nothing could possibly scare me."

" But we were on opposite sides..."

he turned and took my hands in his. I stared up into his eyes, and for the first time in months I saw them shine like they used to during those nights we spent on the astronomy tower under the stars.

" we are dark and light, opposites in every way. But I love you Harry, Forever."

Call me stupid or insane, but I believed him. I know I love him and always will. Because like Sirius said, the world isn't all black and white.

" I love you too dragon."

This is my first ever one shot so please give it some love. I know it's a bit sketchy but I tried.