Poetry is the 'hue' of human kind.

Hi everybody, although this is also me, you can think of this as Harry's POV. This is a HP/DM Oneshot fic, so obviously it's slash. Possibly some femmeslash too. You'll find out later who that'll be. Also, this story is going to be pretty dark, and some of the chapters are very short. Have fun!

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I am alone. I am dirty, and wrong, and in love. And I am alone.

The hot, salty moisture screams from behind my lids, threatening to push through. I will them to disappear, waiting, tensing, squeezing them away. My stomach squirms and jolts. Shivers are running up and down my spine, making the hair on my arms stand up. My throat pulses and aches; I swallow, battling the tears, trying not to cry.

You'll never be with him. You'll never be able to touch that soft cheek. Never.

Never.

Never.

Never!

Never!

NEVER!

NEVER!

The words repeat themselves over and over in my mind, getting louder and louder each time. I can't make them stop! I'll go mad before I can ever live to see Draco grow up and be happy. I love Draco when he's mad, he's so damn sexy. I'd love to see him when he's really, purely happy. I could make him happy.

'Yeah by jumping off the astronomy tower.' The little voice in the back of my head says.

I know it's right, but this fantasy is so sweet, I just can't let it slip away.

'But it's so sick.' The voice interrupts again.

I sigh heavily and let the pretty picture dissolve from my mind. It isn't meant to be, me and Draco. It's just wrong. We hate each other, so we can't love each other. Right? I feel dirty and slimy. My skin crawls and I can't breath. I hold my breath for what seems like hours to squash the ache in my chest; until eventually my lungs start freaking out, and my head feels like it's about to roll right off my shoulders, and into my potion beside me.

Snape swishes by and walks up to Draco's desk, two desks away from mine. I steal a glance at Draco while he nods attentively at his head of house. His hand is resting on the handle of stirrer for his cauldron. It's so thin and pale; I can see his vain pulsing just below his thumb. His slender fingers cascade loosely down the long shaft, his perfect fingernails tapping unconsciously on the dark wood.

My eyes wander back up to Draco's face. His brows are creased, in deep thought, and his eye's are blinking up at the chalkboard, carefully reading the next step in the potion. Then they stray up to the ceiling, as he inspects a spider hanging by a short thread. I make a note to keep Ron's attention away from the ceiling.

I hear a nasal voice clearing it's throat in an annoyed fashion next to me. I jump when I see Snape standing over me, and accidentally bump Neville. Neville's leg snaps out and knocks over our cauldron of Stone Splitter Potion. The contents spill all over Snape's leg and burns the hem of his black pants away. Snape's eyes grow angry and he roars and points his wand at the mess, performing a cleaning spell through clenched teeth. His eyes return to their usual icy coldness, and he looks at Neville and says,

"30 points from Gryffindor, for clumsiness and a zero for both of you." Then he turns to me, and says, "And you, Potter, another 20 points from Gryffindor, for bumping into Longbottom, and for not paying attention to your work."

He says the last words with a glare and stomps off to go petrify some other poor student, and I slide down in my seat, and sigh, knowing that in a few days I'll have to deal with this again, and until then, I'll be busy doing all Arithmacy homework the professor assigned us.

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Thanks for reading my fanfiction. I'm not sure if I'm going to continue or not, but if you think I should end it there, I will. Till next time,

-SS