That day in the hallway, our fingers had brushed. I secretly desired to hold his hand, but I had pulled away. Even now, a tear falls down my face as my fingers tremble around the seemingly foreign object in my hands.
I held his hand once, at a quidditch game. It was warm, slightly clammy. Only for a second though, he called out a friend's name and I pulled away. I guess someone could say it was my fault we never loved each other, I was always pulling away. My hand trembles as I grip the object tighter.
If only he could know how I feel, if only I could express how I feel.
"Harry," He says, and I jump. Our eyes meet and a burst of imaginary heat engulfs my entire body. I wonder for a second if that is the only time he has said my name.
"I only hated you because..." He pauses, his light blonde hair falls over his face. I have an urge to push it behind his ear.
I don't.
"Because I couldn't love you." My eyes go wide. The doors to both my left and right open simultaniously. Two names are called.
"Malfoy!"
"Potter!"
Our eyes never look away. We never blink. A flash of blinding light, I scream. He screams.
Suddenly, Darkness.
Peace.
