All characters belong to the JKR, I just manipulate them for my own satisfaction.

The war is over, seventh year. Enjoy this peek into my minds eye…

Draco.

My eyes watched the same person, always. I didn't know when I first realised, but when I did, boy did it hit me hard. The intense green orbs hounded my dreams, unconscious or no. When I shut my eyes, they were there staring back at me, filled with all kind of emotions that I could never see myself having. These eyes were the thing that first caught me, a second glance and I was addicted, this person is my drug.

I chuckled silently as I thought about it, the fact that my love interest is male has nothing to do with it. The amusement stemmed from the irony of the situation. Harry Potter. Yes, Potter. *Harry…* My minds voice said dreamily, I really must stop that. Although the war is over, and we are in our last year of school and is was no reason to continue our rivalry – which in a sense had stopped, although now we have no interaction with each other – it seemed impossible for anything to ever happen between us. Too much history.

I was brought sharply back to reality by the low tones of Professor Snape announcing the next essay. I gave one last glance to the point of my gaze, the back of Harry's lusciously unruly waves that surrounded the boys head, which I had been staring at for the last hour, only to find those captivating eyes looking, just looking. I turned and practically fled the classroom.

This happened every potions lesson for the next few weeks, I would stare at the back of Harrys head for the entire lesson, then at the end Harry would turn and stare as I left the room. Every time I scolded myself for still harbouring these ridiculous feelings.

Harry.

Malfoy? I asked myself. I came out to my close friends a while ago, but this was still a shock. Ginny and I had tried going out for a while, but something just wasn't right, I found my eyes drifting. Ginny was actually the one who suggested I might be gay, now they were better friends for it. I laughed to myself as I remember my friends reactions, Neville and Hermione had exchanged a knowing look, I'm now considering the boy more of a friend than I thought I ever would, just a friend. Ginny, of course, already knew. Ron, well Ron had just turned a rather amusing shade of red, looked at me and said "you're not going to start trying to kiss me are you?" I just laughed and said, "well, you are like a brother to me, tell me Ron, would you try to kiss Fred or George?" Ron lingered on this for longer than I thought he would before eventually replying "no, I guess not" before his face exploded into a giant, cheesy grin. I had smiled back and looked at my friends, content that they had accepted me.

Back to Malfoy.. It is obvious that the boy still hated meHermH. Potions, the only lesson in which Draco sits behind me, I can feel the heaviness of his gaze resting on me all through the lesson. At the end of the lesson I will turn to catch a glimpse of the boy I am in love with. I left the room with my friends. Everything is different now the war was over, it was like I have nothing else to live for, as far as I was concerned, my destiny is finished. My checklist is fulfilled. The only thing on it being;

Kill Voldemort.

I had even died in the process. Now that was done, what now? The plan for me is gone. The only thing keeping me from the fiery depths of despair after all those pointless deaths was the blissfully clueless blonde. Draco. Wait, what? Since when is it 'Draco'? And when did I become so dramatic? I don't know…

Someone pulled me from my thoughts with a tug at my arm, we're in the great hall now, I didn't notice. 'Harry, are you even listening to me?' Hermione asked with rather petulant look on her face, 'Yes, of course I am,' she carried on, but I knew from her look that she doesn't believe me. I glanced over at Draco to see him eating strawberries and cream in a very seductive manner. A scene with him with his shirt open, eating strawberries on my bed while cream dripped onto his chest, 'Harry, could you get that…' Draco looked up at me, I blushed and shifted in my seat. Suddenly my trousers are uncomfortable, I blushed even more when I realised why. I decided to leave before anyone noticed. I made my excuses and am now avoiding the main corridors, the last thing I want is someone seeing me or talking to me. Draco is in my mind again. *With all the wandering your thoughts are doing lately, they should be getting very fit.* I scolded myself as my feet banged noisily against the stone floor.

Draco.

I eat strawberries and cream with relish. They are my favourite food. I looked up to see Harry gazing in my direction with a rather dreamy expression on his face, he seemed to snap out of it and a very amusing blush crept across his face. Wait, what was that feeling? Hope?... Harry turned away from me then abruptly left the room. I face Blaise and interrupted his one sided conversation with me, 'I've had enough,' I stood to leave, 'Isnt this your favourite?' I started walking away, 'Not today.'

I hurried out of the huge room just in time to see Harry take the back corridors, I almost celebrated as a plan formed in my mind. I don't let myself think about it anymore lest I back out, I put a silencing charm on my footsteps as I'm going after him. *This is it.*

I grabbed his arm and pulled him into a small opening on the left and almost laughed at his yelp of surprise.

Harry

I did not see that coming. I couldn't help the undignified squawk that came from me as I was suddenly pulled into a passageway and slammed into a wall. I looked at the shiny leather of my attacker's shoes as I tried to regain the breath that was knocked out of me. 'Harry, look, I know we've always had it in for each other, ever since that first day, and I was always obsessed with you and hating you, I even prided myself with being your arch nemesis, although, of course, you had bigger problems than me,' *WHAT the FUCK?* 'I thought that now the war is over I wouldn't have a problem with you anymore, but then I realised that I'm still obsessed, and probably even more so, and I started getting frustrated, then Parkinson told me that I was sexually frustrated and that I should try it out with her, but it all just clicked and I could see that I… I…' Draco stopped his rambling, I glanced at him and he held my gaze. Then he launched himself at me, his lips are on mine… .mind blank.

His lips are soft, firm and slightly chapped against mine, his hair is silky between my fingers. *When did that happen?* He pulls away slightly, suckling my bottom lip, then pulls away completely. I'm breathless again, so is he. 'You called me Harry.' I say. A exquisite blush spreads lightly across his face, his eyes widen and he turn to run.

*NO* I can't let that happen. I reach to grab his hand, before he leaves, before the moment is lost, before he slips away…