I can't believe this, but this is officially my 100th fic posted. That's insanity.

For Fanfiction Idol, Round 2 on HPFC. Prompt: "Somebody else/Round everyone else/Watching your back/Like you can't relax/You're trying to be cool/You look like a fool to me."

For MissingMommy, in the hopes that this will assist on my quest to sway her to Drarry.

Also for Adam, because it can be read as school years Drarry, if he so chooses (though in my head it's 8th year:)

I don't own HP.


I don't know if you know this, but I love you. I just thought you ought to know, because I don't think you do.

I think that might be what you're afraid of. I think you're afraid that I'm going to stop to think at some point and realize that I don't like you at all, and then I'm going to leave you. I think maybe that's why – or part of why – you don't want anyone to know. Because them knowing that we were together would mean they would witness if we weren't anymore, and they'd know. And you have always cared so much what they know.

But I have stopped, and I have thought, and I've come to the conclusion that I'm absolutely insane, because somewhere along the line I fell for you.

And I want you to know that I love you, because it means I would never leave you. You don't have to be afraid of that. I want you to know that, for me, this is so much more than stolen kisses in hidden corridors. So much more than clandestine rendezvous.

And it kills me that the minute we leave whatever abandoned classroom we're in at the moment, you become someone else. You pretend to hate me, because you don't want anyone to know. And that hurts like hell, because I love you. No matter how much I try to pretend to harbor the same animosity I used to for you, I can't. I just can't. My words don't have the same bite, and I can't ever put any feeling behind them. But you, you are an excellent actor. Because you're one person when we're alone, and someone completely different when we're together, and one of these faces has to be a fraud. You cannot hate me and love me in turns. So either you're pretending when you're with me, and you don't really care, or you're pretending out there – but the acid in your voice sounds so real. And that hurts like crazy.

But I love you more than anything else, so I will pretend for you. I will lie to them, my best friends, and I will lie to everyone else because you say the charade will end. You say that at some point, you will be ready. And I believe you, because I love you.

And I watch you put up this image for everyone else, and I know that that is a part of who you are, that you have an image to protect because that's how you cope, and I understand, but that doesn't stop it from hurting.


Your Harry

And as tongues of fire lick the parchment, Harry stares into the flames, and he knows that no matter how much he meant every bit of the letter, he won't say a word, because it would hurt Draco to know, and he won't do that.

I love you too much.