Draco Malfoy has to be the most annoying prat in existence. I mean honestly he seems to get worse with every year that passes. Maybe it's too much time with his asshole of a father but you would have thought that if that where the case, time at Hogwarts would have made him better or at least minutely bearable but he seems to just become more of a wanker the longer he's here. It's been a few months since school started again and he seems to be in full swing this year.
But not for long I can promise that I am going to get him this year, make him sorry for all the shit he's put me through, during my schooling here. True I never just sat down and took it but this year I will make him… respect me, fear me? I don't really care as long as something changes.
So I'll wait watch him until my opportunity presents itself
He doesn't seem to sleep. Every night he disappears off into the school usually up to a deserted tower, sometimes into the grounds. I think that will have to be the time. He's alone no one can help, no one can interfere.
Not even footsteps give me away as I run through the night. They are too light to be heard. I'll be there in a minute, to see him to make him cower if I have to, make him stop.
I didn't expect to see him this way, sitting inside the window ledge hair fluttering in the wind a solitary tear glimmering on his cheek. He's seen me but he don't seem to care.
"If you've come to kill me get it over with." His voice holds none of its usual sarcasm and condescension. It's musical and soft but strong and I can tell he means it.
I'm walking towards him and it occurs to me now that I don't want to hurt him, far from it. My hand encircles his wrist and I pull him lightly to his feet. His eyes –clouds of grey- evade my own as I try to get him to look at me.
I've misunderstood him and I want to change that, I turn his chin to me with a feather like grasp and his eyes flick up to meet my own. Another tear spills from them sparkling in the moonlight. I can't stop myself; I don't think I want to.
His lips are soft, almost too soft
He feels delicate in my arms and I almost fear that he will break but his fingers are only lightly clenched in my shirt. When I look in his eyes again he looks lost. He doesn't seem angry or upset.
Only confused
"You hate me" he states his eyes lowering
"I thought I did, I hated who you seemed to be in school but that's not you is it. Don't even try to pretend that this is the lie; your eyes are too open, too honest. I can't even hate what you pretended to be anymore. Because what I see, what you are is beautiful"
The last word rips a gasp from his lips. Our eyes meet again and for these long seconds everything is perfect then he leans in, brushing his lips against mine… and it's better.
I want to ask him why he was crying, but I'm not strong enough to stop kissing him.
He pulls away suddenly to look at me
"Don't ever leave me…" his voice cracks slightly as he says it. He seems to have lost a lot it's in his eyes the pain. But he will never loose me. I could never leave him knowing what I know now.
I know my friends wont understand but as I stand here with an angel in my arms I can't care.
"I won't Draco, I love you"
He buries his face in my shirt but I can still hear his muffled reply
"I love you too Ron"