Harry Potter may be the boy who lived, but at that moment I wanted nothing more than for him to die a horrible, painful death. Not to mention gruesome and humiliating. Only then would I be satisfied. I could see him now, broken and crying, on his knees begging me to forgive him. But I wouldn't. I would leave him there on the ground in a pool of his own blood...

For some reason the image of Harry's dead body was not as comforting as I thought it might be. As hurt as I was, I still loved him. I had loved Harry since the moment I saw him, and I couldn't just stop now that he has turned me down.

It took all I had to tell Harry how I felt. And how did he react? He laughed! He honest to Merlin laughed. It wasn't a cruel laugh, but it was a laugh none-the-less.

I felt the tears seeping through my tightly closed eyes. I roughly wiped the tears away with the back of my hand. Slytherins do not cry.

As I lay in my bed, sniffling to myself, I heard heavy footsteps approaching the entrance to the boys dormitory. The door knob jiggled as it turned. I quickly wiped my eyes one more time just before the door burst open.

"What the hell, Draco, what's the matter with you?" I turned to find Goyle, one of my best friends, lumbering towards my four poster bed.

"Nothing," I said, hastily smoothing down my white-blonde hair, "I fell asleep. Quidditch practice was brutal." Even though Goyle was one of my best mates, I couldn't tell him about my feelings for Harry. He wouldn't understand, couldn't understand.

"Oh," Goyle said. He was a boy of few words. Usually I appreciated this, but not tonight. I found no solace in silence. I wanted to talk to someone, to open up and let my bottled-up feeling out.

Instead I lay in my bed and waited for the other boys who shared my dorm to come in and fall asleep, and then I cried until the exhaustion took over and I fell into a restless sleep.

It was dark. I was in the dungeon, and I was alone. I stood in the silence, wondering why I was here.

There was a shuffling noise from across the dark space. And then I heard it, the voice I would know anywhere.

"Lumos." A light, one single point of light lit up the figure. His hair was as dark and unruly as ever, and his beautiful green eyes were glowing in the soft light.


"Draco." He started to walk towards me, pausing only a few pace away from me. He had a devilish smile and his eyes were locked on mine.

"Harry?" I repeated, shocked to see him. "What are you doing here?"

"I wanted to see you Draco. I wanted to apologize for what happened this afternoon."

"You laughed, " I whispered, feeling my cheeks burn in embarrassment at the memory of the incident.

"Yes," Harry said, taking a few more steps towards me. We were now so close that I could hear his soft breathing. "But its because you surprised me. I never thought you'd like me that way. I thought you hated me."

"I could never hate you Harry. It's just... there are some things that a Malfoy can't do. You're one of them." I laughed nervously.

"Draco," Harry sighed, leaning in and moving a stray hair from my eyes. I opened my mouth to speak but Harry caught me off guard, catching my mouth with his.

For a moment I stood in shock, but Harry was persistent. I let out a moan as he plunged his tongue into my mouth. Again I moaned as he ran his fingers through my hair. And then we were falling, deeper and deeper into nothing.

My eyes fluttered open, only to realize that I was lying alone in my four poster, the sound of the other boys breathing softly around me. I couldn't help thinking about the beautiful Gryffindor as I drifted back off to sleep.