A/N: I don't know what's up with the story either. I think it's a combination of "That 70's Show", homemade biscuits, homework and Good Charlotte. I don't know. Late night writings! I think this is a pre- prequel to Defining. Hmm…

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Damn.

Warnings: Slash, odd arrangement of words, weird ideas. Nothing new if you're used to my stories. Which I doubt, but meh.

Midnight Wonderings

The kiss.

That wonderful, unforgettable kiss.

The kiss that left me breathless, wanting more.

That kiss.

It ruined everything.

The carefully planned avoidance.

The unbreakable wall protecting my heart.

The perfect exterior built up to hide myself from love.

All ruined.

One kiss ruined my life

And I loved it.

Disowned by my parents

Hated by friends.

Despised by everyone, not understanding my heart.

Who does?

I don't.

But I don't care.

I love him.

And I don't care about anything.

Except him.

And that kiss.

Unbeknownst to myself and him, I'm sure, was the hidden love we both felt, but never showed.

Surprising both of us.

Late at night.

Him, wandering about, not even bothering with that cloak of his.

Wandering.

As was I.

No clue why.

Just wandering.

And hating myself.

Hating what I'd become.

What I'd been molded into.

Hating my very being.

I don't know what he was doing.

Hating myself, I rounded a corner and bumped into someone.

Thinking it to be Filch, I raised my eyes from my feet to find a pair of bare feet.

I looked higher.

Seeing the lithe body, long, thin fingers, messy jet black hair and our eyes met.

Green and grey.

Emerald and Silver.

He stopped mid- mumbled apology, staring at me.

Staring at me with those eyes.

Questioning.

Wonderment blossoming across his flushed face he bit his lip.

Oh those lips.

I did what came natural, I suppose. I didn't even realize I was doing it at the time.

I leant in.

He closed his eyes.

I closed mine, arms wrapping around his waist.

His around mine.

Our lips brushed.

I jumped back, eyes opening.

The shock.

The amazement.

The love.

He slowly opened his eyes, grinning at me.

I leant in again, but he pushed me away.

No, he said.

I gazed at him, hurt coursing through my body.

He lifted his eyes to mine and smiled.

Not here, he told me.

I had no clue what he meant.

He just grinned at me.

I slowly smiled back, not quite sure why.

Then he left.

Leaving me at that corner.

Our corner.

I touched my lips where ours had briefly met.

I could still feel his warmth.

I wandered back to bed.

Next morning I still had friends.

Still had parents.

Then the letter came.

A snowy owl, of the purest white landed in front of me.

I pulled off the letter and the owl flew away.

I glanced at Crabbe and Goyle, still eating.

I opened the letter.

It was from him.

I was to meet him that night.

At the corner.

Our corner.

I looked over to his table. He was watching me.

True to my character, I smirked at him.

He just smiled sweetly at me.

That's when it all began.

The smile broke me.

I excused myself from the table and hurried up to the dormitories.

I skipped classes that day.

I couldn't see him.

Not yet.

I felt like I was about to cry.

And about to laugh.

At the same time.

I ignored everyone that day.

Avoided.

Whatever.

Night came.

We met at the corner as planned.

He took my hand and pulled me away.

Pulled the cloak over us.

He led me all over the castle.

Then he stopped.

He pulled me to him.

Arms encircling my waist.

As they had the night before.

Mine encircling his.

We closed our eyes.

He leaned in and our lips met.

I was amazing, that kiss.

Gently painful.

Beautiful.

It ruined my life.

And I love him for it.

I love him.

A/N2: I have nothing to say. Except maybe this is dedicated to AngstyButterfly cause she/he inspired me to write this. Go Kleenex!! So if you see her/him around, tell him/her.

Sanks!!

Hmm.. gotta do one for Kiwii… ::ponders::