It's the first one I'm publishing here... and it's only a short taste. I have this problem with writing entire stories, I write parts that connect but don't connect at the same time... so please be patient with me!

It's Draco/Harry

Though there is also some Draco/Snape

"Internal dialogue/thoughts"

"Normal talking"

Part 1: Pain

I never thought I'd feel this way: Feeling weak at the sight or sound of that person, my heart racing, thundering inside my chest. I feel frustrated when I think of the fact that I'm not the one occupying that persons every thought. I feel irritated every time that person talks to someone else, no matter who it is. I know it's bad to think this way, and I know I should stop. But my heart wont let me erase that person form my mind. I feel like I'm not in control, and that I'm falling. If only I could stop this! If only I could not think about that person!

Keeping the diary encoded like this: Not mentioning names, using codes and misleading words that only made sense to him. He made sure that in the unlikely event that someone might find it, they wouldn't be able to get any useful information. Draco Malfoy sighed heavily as he pushed the diary away. He got up and walked to the bed, where he lay down shortly before getting up again feeling restless. It was after hours and no one would be out of bed now.

He walked briskly towards the showers. He flung a towel he'd snagged on the way over the door of the shower cabinet, he stripped off his clothes before going into the stall. The water felt pleasant against his skin. He bowed his head against the water, letting his hair get wet.

He leaned has arms against the wall, his head hanging. He sighed again before letting his mind wander. His thoughts made their way to that person. He gritted his teeth in defiance of himself. His heart throbbed painfully in his chest, and heat was spreading throughout his entire body. In his mind recalling stolen glances, times when he'd subtly sneak a whiff of that person. Bringing to mind that persons voice and subtle figure. The times their eyes had met.

He felt the blood rush to his diaphragm. Moving his hands to his face, he moaned as he let his fingers gently slide from his lips, down his neck to his chest where he gently began to massage his nipples. Draco groaned as he imagined that person touching him, whispering in his ear.

The right hand, continuing down to his now pulsating male member: As he touched it he gasped for breath and shuddered, his cock pulsing harder in his hand. While his right hand now sliding up and down his shaft he let his left hand be smeared by the juices that were flowing from the tip. His jerked when his fingers made contact with the head.

"AH! Hah-hah-hah…

He shakily led his left hand with its' moist fingers to his ass where he prodded the anus. Ever so genteelly he rubbed and pushed until he could get one finger in, he jerked slightly before being able to put in the second finger.

"Ha… aaah!"

He continued to rub his hard cock while he let his fingers thrust and rub inside his ass. More blood now rushed to his manhood, so he pulled back the foreskin and let his thumb slide over it before massaging his sack.

"Ngh! … nnf… nnn.. ah! Ahhnn.."

He moaned, feeling the heat in his entire body thrash like wildfire. He stroked his manhood more and with his fingers moving in his rear. He could feel the climax coming. He stroked more diligently and rubbed the head more until his entire body jerked and his mind went blank, spraying his milk over the wall.

He slumped to his knees and panted as if he'd run a mile. He was disgusted with himself; Reaching climax by such means! He needed to control himself. Draco felt the tears and whispered angrily in a low voice—

"Why does it have to be him?"

Thank you for reading. I don't really know where I really want to go with this. But it's some more smex scenes and stuff. And I'm a sucker for happy endings. So~ please review and I'll see if I feel inspiered to write more. ^^