Beautiful Disaster

Disclaimer: The characters arent mine...you know the deal.

He drowns in his dreams

An exquisite extreme i know

He's as damaged as he seems

More heaven than a heart could hold.

Draco wasthe poster child for Slytherin. His father was rich and in with the "right" crowd. Draco wanted more. Nobody but me realized that he was not happy with following after his father's set destiny. He wished to betray his "master" but he knew it would be the death of him.

And if I tried to save him

My whole world could cave in

Just aint right

Oh and I dont know What he's after

Such a beautiful disaster.

I don't know when, exactly, that I had fallen for the junior deatheater-to-be. I just know that I have fallen hard. I can't tell anyone because I'm the "Golden Boy". How would that look? Fratrenizing with the enemy. If I told anyone they would think he put a curse on me. He hadn't. I have just become friends with him. He came to the Room of Requirements one night in tears. I asked him what was wrong. To my suprise he told me everything.

If I could hold on

Through the tears and the laughter

Would it be beautiful

Or just a beautiful disaster.

How badly he wanted to be good. I don't know why, but I believed him. Soon enough the tears turned into giggles as we made fun of Voldy and his loyal puppets. He explained a lot about how some of the followers were getting restless and wanted to overthrow Voldemort but were too scared.

He's magic and myth

As strong as what I believe

A tradegy with

More damage then a soul should see.

We continued to meet in the Room of Requirements whenever one of us needed to talk. I thought that my blooming love was unexceptable and that he could never feel the same. We mostly just talked about the upcoming battle. Both of us knew it was inevitable, I just wasn't sure what side he would be fighting on. The thought of having to fight him sent shivers down my spine.

I'm longing for love and the logical

But he's only happy hysterical

I'm waiting for some kind of miracle.

Then one cold January night the alarms went up. I rushed to the Great Hall as planned, to be briefed. Upon my arrival Draco grabbed my hand, kissed my lips gently and whispered, "I don't know if you feel the same but I love you."

I was bright red because everyone was staring at us. "What about your father?"

"Screw him AND Voldemort. I'm fighting behind my boyfriend." he said the last word queitly as if afraid to ask.

"Bloody hell, BOYFRIEND?" Ron screamed, Harry had just noticed that it mot just him and Draco.

"Yes Ron, Boyfriend!" Harry said with a malfoyih smirk.

Draco's face lit up. Harry leaned forward, kissing his newly pronounced boyfriend.

"Now let's go kick some sick and twisted arses."