Chapter 1: Never
"Pass me the pumpkin juice," Ron said thickly to Harry through a mouthful of mashed potatoes.
Harry didn't move.
"Harry! Pass me the pumpkin juice!" Ron yelled, so loud that half the table looked at him.
"Huh? What? Oh, sorry Ron," said Harry, as he passed the jug of juice.
"What's gotten into you?" Ron asked. "You've been staring at the Slytherin table for ages."
"Oh, nothing, I was just wondering what they were doing," said Harry, still a little dazed.
"So what are they doing?" asked Ron.
"Nothing," said Harry.
"Then why were --"
"Oh, shut up, Ron," said Hermione, butting in. "Leave Harry alone."
Hermione was the only one who knew Harry's secret. Some how Harry couldn't bring himself to tell Ron.
Only Hermione knew that Harry had feelings for Draco Malfoy, his so called 'arch nemisis' ever since they met in Diagon Alley years back. But these feeling aren't hate feelings, oh no far from that. These feelings were feelings of love.
Oh, if only I could kiss him just once. Just to hold him for one minute, Harry thought as he stared over at Draco. I would give up Quidditch for that.
"Well, it's just that Harry's been staring over in that direction for a few weeks now, and he never tells me why. It can't be that interesting over there," said Ron.
"I'm tired; I'm going to bed," said Harry.
"Okay, see you later Harry. I'm still hungry," said Ron.
"Yeah, see you at breakfast," said Hermione.
Harry hurried up the marble staircase and came to a halt in front of the Fat Lady concealing the entrance to the Gryffindor common room.
"Password?" asked the Fat Lady.
"Chocolate covered nuts," said Harry, and the Fat Lady swung open to reveal the almost deserted common room. Only a few second years were sitting at a table in the corner.
Harry remembered when he was in the second year, three years ago. That was his favorite year, only because he had used the Polyjuice potion and turned into Draco's nitwit friend Goyle. That was the closest he's ever been to Draco without either of them making fun of each other. He always savored that memory.
Harry ran up towards his deserted dorm and buried his head into his pillow and cried.
He knew that he would never have Draco. Never.
~fin~
A/N: I know it's short, but I was on a time limit. Sorry!