Haven't thought of a title.

Written in response to challenge handed out byAshes of Stars.

Prologue-while he is waiting

Date-June 20th, summer after 5th year

Place-Harry's room at the Black's house

Harry's POV

Lying on my bed.

Looking up at the ceiling.

My mind starts to wander.

Why am I doing this?

What is its purpose?

Oh sure.

It feels great.

But…

He's not who I want to be with.

Just because I've had wet dreams about him doesn't bean I dreamt of living and having 2.5 kids with him.

P-lease.

It's only sex.

That's all it should be.

That's all is could be.

Well… at least it's something.

Something I need,

Something I can't get from my first choice.

My first choice… well let's just say… that will never happen.

Why not?

Where do I start?

His whole family is Death Eaters.

He might be one, too, for all I know.

He insults my friends and me daily.

He does stuff that makes me want to punch him.

And yet… at the same time… kiss his breath away.

I know.

It's sick.

He's… well, first of all, he's a he.

Just because I swing that way doesn't mean that he does, too.

But a guy can dream, can't he?

In reality, we can never be.

All we can do is hope, pray, dream, and get on with our lives.

Watching as the door to my room opens and the greasy-haired potion master walks in closing the door behind him a last thought comes into my head.

We get what we need from other people but don't hand over out hearts.

For they are already taken.

By him.

Snape waves his wand bounding my limbs to the bed post then again to cast a silence spell over the room before returning it in his robe and taking out a whip.

Snapping once to get a feel for it, he grins at me with a dark glint in his eyes.

All sane thoughts fly from my mind being replaced by screams of passion and pain.

End of Harry's POV.

Date-July 2

Place-Draco's room at Malfoy Manor

Draco's POV

At 4:28 this morning, the soul of Lucius Apollo Malfoy was taken from his body leaving it nothing but an empty shell of his former self.

All I have to say on the subject is:

GOOOOOOOD RIDDENS!

Don't get me wrong.

I am sorry.

Sorry it didn't happen sooner.

That jackass deserved what he got.

After what he did to my mum and me, he should be so lucky as to get his soul sucked out.

I was thinking of a more… colorful death.

Something with flesh-eating parasites… and fish.

Oh well.

He's dead now.

That's all that matters.

With him gone for good things are going to change- for the better.

No more acting like my father.

No more bottling up my emotions 'til it feels like I'm ready to burst.

No more denying my heart of what it wants the most.

Him.

The black-haired green-eyed god.

Not a god because of what he is.

The Boy who lived.

But of who he is.

Harry.

A guy who:

loves to fly

sucks at potions

is the most loyal friend you could ever have (not that I know that first handed but)

needs glasses to see past the end of his nose (contacts would be more practical)

looks so sexy running into breakfast late with his hair more messed up than usual

gets himself into dangerous situations each and every year that you just want to hit him where it hurts just to stop him form going

Not that I could do that.

Only a friend could do that.

So if I became his friend I could protect him from people who want to kill him.

Once I'm his friend maybe there's hope in becoming more.

It's crazy.

I know.

But a guy can dream, can't he?

End of Draco's POV.

End of Prologue.

I am tired of waiting for my beta to email me back so I'm putting this up with out her help.

Please review.

Well bye.