Such a Thin Line Between Love and Hate

Author: krimzon

Rating: PG13

Warnings: Oh the irony

Summary: Poor Draco, the irony I tell ya, it all about the irony

Pairing: Harry/Draco

Length: really short

Genre: Humor/Angst/Irony

A/N: This is a very long story, told in not so many words. I deal with the ironic, this is it.

I fell in love with The Boy Who Lived, Harry Potter, a noble, brave Gryffindor.

My name is Draco Malfoy, the son of Voldemorts right(left) hand man, his enemy, I'm the cunning Slytherin.

He was good, and I was evil. He was gold, and I was silver. He was warm, while I was cold.

He was a boy, and I was a boy. The only thing we really had in common.

And I had to go and fall in love with him. But he didn't fall in love with me.

But now its too late, Voldemort is dead. Harry Potter destroyed him.

And Harry Potter is dead. I killed him.

It was an accident. I didn't mean to. I loved him.

Now I bleed from my wrists, the cutts are deep, I should know, I put them there.

I'm dying, I'm...dead.

"We could have been great together Draco" I hear his ghost tell me.

"You didn't love me back Harry" I accused him.

"No I didn't, but I hated you with a passion"

Damn.

And then I knew no more.

A/N: I'll write more, if I get a good review, but I just love this story, its short, and I can't write long stories, so this one was fun. R/R.- :P (evil laughter)-ahhhh, insanity don't leave me, I loooooovvvvvvveeeeeeeeee youuuuuuu!!!!!!!!!!!!!!