A/N: Wow. My first Slash. Always knew it would happen one day and it has. Woo! Please be nice and review.

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I still remember the night you admitted your feelings, as we sat in the library on our Potions homework. I never wanted to tell you how I really felt. I couldn't. Reputation is everything in Slytherin.

I guess one kiss changed everything.

When we lay hidden in the Common Room was early morning, you lay on my chest, counting the beats of my heart. Did it beat fast Derrick? I thought that it did but I can't remember now.

I was nervous around you. Could you tell?

I think back to the day Pansy Parkinson found out about us. It was never supposed to be that way, but she was so happy for us. She was shrieking, smiling. "I've always wanted a gay friend!" she exclaimed. "And now I have two."

Pansy always knew how to make someone happy.

I believe that when Flint found out, nothing was supposed to last. Nothing ever is... God I miss you Derrick...

Marcus Flint stepped out of the shadows, a figure emerging from the storm. "Derrick and Montague. Now that's a cute little combination I would never have come up with."

He grabbed Derrick by the collar slamming him hard into the cold, stonewall of the castle, hitting him hard around the face. "Don't you understand what this means you idiot!" he screamed, tears of anger in his eyes.

Derrick muffled a "yes," trying to pretend he didn't know what was happening. Ignoring the pain. The searing pain as it hit his stomach, Flint's fist coming into contact with it.

Flint let him drop to the floor, and kicked him several times, thinking of the bruises, which would be appearing soon. He knelt down and whispered in Derrick's ear. "You stupid git."

Derrick looked up from the floor, holding his stomach, crying in agony.

I never found you, did I Derrick? Lying there, cold, hurting, shivering in pain. I'm so sorry I let Draco Malfoy distract me with his tales of woe. I'm so sorry. I wish I had found you sooner.

"Oh god! Montague! Montague!" Pansy pulled at my sleeve, tears running down her cheeks. "Please! It's Derrick!" Montague stared at her, before following her down the stairs, biting his lip.

"I'm sorry Miss. Parkinson, Mr. Montague, he needs his rest!" Madame Pomfrey tried to tell them, but Montague pushed past her, walking quickly toward his lover.

"What the hell happened?" he shouted, staring at the medical woman.

"I don't know Mr. Montague I..." She stood on in shock as Montague lay a kiss on Derrick's forehead.

"Don't let him die." His voice was shaky, and Pansy walked over to him, pulling him into a tight hug.

"It's okay. He's gonna be okay."

I let you down Derrick. I know I did. As I look at you, I know that I did and I'm sorry... I can never forgive myself for it. Flint was so easy to tell, I had to but I never wanted to I promise. I didn't want this to happen to you.

Will you still love me? Please, still love me. Don't die Derrick, oh please don't die. I couldn't live without you whispering crude comments in my ear, winking at me in amusement at my reactions as you make gestures over the table.

Derrick moved his hand over to Montague's, swallowing it up in his tight grip. "I'm here..." Derrick muttered, before his grip lessened.

Oh Derrick, I'm so sorry. If only you'd been found quicker. I love you, I love you, I love you. I never told you that did I? I never got a chance.

At your funeral I will cry for you but smile that you have lived. It's not long now Derrick, for soon we will be together. After your funeral, during the war, I will get Flint back for what he did to you.

He killed you for being who you are. He could have killed me, but I proved to important an ally to the Dark Lord. I will always love you Derrick.

Always. That's the point right?