Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I really wish I did. I do own everything Draco says in this story, though, except the things I took from the books.

A/N: So this is my D/H Homomance. Hope you guys like it. I know it's awful, but in the first few chapters I just outline what was going through Draco's head during specific events in HBP and DH. Later on, I'm going to theorize what would have happened in HBP if Harry had been pining after Malfoy, rather than Ginny. And remember... its supposed to be humorous... not realistic. Enjoy!

Oh, and also, in case I miraculously get a bunch of readers, review and tell me what events I should do. Because I know what I would want to read, but I want to know what you guys want to read.

Harry Potter.

I couldn't get him out of my fucking head.

The way his smile slid so easily onto his face... how easily it slid off when he saw me.

It was all a facade- for me, at least. I didn't hate him- how could I? For six years now, I had kept up the facade without hesitation. But now... I cringed. My left arm was burning.

What? I thought bitterly, sneering as my master's thoughts slid into my head... acting like a snake. Like him. I glanced up at Harry, trying to calm down. Look at how easily he was laughing. Breahte, I said to myself. Breathe. I felt a thin veil slide over my secrets, protecting them from him.

Draco. You made it to school alright? His thoughts were a hiss in my head. I hated having him in my head. Hated it. The veil shuddered as my emotions rose, but it held up. I was a good occlumens.

Yes, master. A week ago, but you were too busy to check then, even though it seems so important to you now. I thought sarcastically, resentment shaking the sheild again. I took a deep breath.

Patience, Draco. Remember your task. He said. And that was it. He was gone. I turned to Crabbe, who was eating like a gorilla. I rolled my eyes, glancing longingly at Harry, and his sidekicks. So much more impressive than my own... I cleared my throat.

"Crabbe. I need you to go to the Room of Hidden Things today, and check on the progress that enchantment I set is making." I said in the bossiest tone I could manage- keeping my voice low, so no one but Crabbe and Goyle could hear. Crabbe raised his eyebrows stupidly.

"Why?" He asked, his full mouth spraying bits of strawberry jam and half chewed toast at me. Since when had he eaten breakfast?

"I told you a week ago, it's not important why. I just need it done." I growled, then grabbed my bag and strode over to the Gryffindor table, losing my nerve at the last minute and brushing past Harry with a smirk on my face. He would make something nasty of that. Good. I didn't need any more conflict this year... even though I really, really wanted it. Harry looked up at me as I passed, and I could see curiosity burning in his expression.

Not hate?

Why was he curious?

My left arm burned again. I blocked off my thoughts completely. I was too confused to talk to anyone from that side right now. Even though the vibe I was getting was Aunt Bella's... and she would understand better than anyone forbidden love. After all, look at who she was in love with. A werewolf. I shook my head. At least the guy I liked... I shook my head again. Never mind.

Pansy Parkinson was waiting for me outside the Great Hall.

"Draco!" She squealed, throwing herself onto me and mashing her fat lips against mine. I kissed her back halfheartedly, feeling up her ass only because I knew she expected me too. She giggled, then broke away from me.

"Draco, are you alright? You were so quiet yesterday by the lake, and every time I got near you you would flinch away." She made a pathetic pouty face, her long greasy hair falling into her face as she bent her head.

"I'm sorry, Pansy-pie," I said quietly, lifting her face to mine, and continuing in a low voice, "It's just coming back here after my father got arrested..." I sighed, rolling my eyes in my head, but keeping them on her ugly mud brown ones instead, "It's hard for me... it's hard to get back into a routine." Pansy sighed.

"That's so... deep." She purred, wrapping her arms around my neck and kissing me once more. I tried to suppress the bile rising in my throat.

"I have to go. I left my potions book down in the common room, and Snape won't like it if I'm late." I said, pushing her away from me. I could feel her eyes boring into me as I walked away... in the wrong direction. Whatever. I just needed to get out of there, and I would have had to walk through a bunch of first years had I gone in the correct direction.

I hurried through the corridors, finally finding an empty classroom. I slumped against one of the walls, put my head in my hands, and let loose the despair that was anchored inside me.

Before I knew it, I had slid into an uneasy sleep- sleep being something I had so lacked those past few weeks.

I dreamed of Harry. I pictured him smiling at me- smiling, for once, instead of scowling. His gorgeous green eyes crinkling with happiness.

"Draco," He whispered, and knelt down on the ground next to me. I smiled back at him.

"Draco," He repeated quietly, and it was then that I noticed our setting. My house. That wasn't good... my house was where the Dark Lord had set up residence. This meant the Dark Lord had Harry. No, that was not good. My fear piqued, and Harry continued, "Draco, I'm so glad I got to see you one last time... before... before he..." He seemed at a loss for words, the beautiful smile gone from his perfect face. His hand flew to his scar.

"Oh, no, Harry," I said, sitting up straighter. He took one of my hands in his, and pressed it to his chest.

"Yes, Draco. He has me. Partly in thanks to you. If only you had let Dumbledore live... I could have been safe," He said quietly, that familiar expression of hate rising to the surface, but then clearing away. Guilt surged through me as he continued, "But I have to forgive you for that, Draco. I have to forgive you... because I love you. I love you, and... and love is irrational. And... I had to forgive you, because there's one last thing I have to do before... before I die. Draco, I have to kiss you." He said, his voice hoarse, with what? Passion? Fear?

Passion. Dear God, please let it be passion. He leaned towards me, and I felt myself leaning forward, too, snaking one hand into his perfectly messy hair.

"Draco! What are you doing here, I thought you said you went to go get your potions book? Whatever, just get up! We're going to be late!" Pansy Parkinson hissed, pecking me on the lips. Not the kiss I wanted. I sighed, ran a hand through my hair, and followed her out of the classroom.

Maybe I would be lucky enough to sleep that night, and the dream would pick back up where it left off.

A/N: So what do you think? What events should I cover? I'm gonna go do Dumbledore's death scene now, but I'm not posting that for a while... I need ideas, folks! Pull out ur HBPs and DHs, tell me what you want to hear from this perspective!

I love you dearly if you're reading this. I'm fantasizing that I will get thousands of hits, but probably Lily will be the only one to review.