AN: I edited some of this, because I've been re-reading my old stuff so I deleted some things but I figured this one wasn't too bad to leave it here… Anyway, enjoy!
Summary: I don't like the way he looks at me. Like he knows me. Like he sees me. I hate it.
Harry/Draco Slash R&R! It would make me very happy!
Disclaimer: Harry Potter isn't mine… I'd be rich if he was!
This will never go away
I don't like the way he looks at me.
Like he knows something about me that he shouldn't… Like he knows I have to sneak out every night. Sneak out to fix that blasted cabinet. His green emeralds watch me, look at me, see me, everytime I walk in the room.
I hate it. I hate how he makes me feel.
Uncomfortable. When his eyes meet mine, I shiver.
Only one second.
We are both surrounded by friends and we are both not laughing with them.
I think it's the only thing we have in common. He has to kill the creature I serve and I have to-
I look towards the staff table and watch Dumbledore conversing with McGonagall.
I'll never be able to kill him.
I see Potter walking out of the Great Hall. He looks back at me.
Three seconds.
The door of the common room slides open and I sneak out into the dark corridor.
With my cloak tightly wrapped around me I walk up the steps to the seventh floor.
I feel safe all by myself in the castle. I'm so used to this that it doesn't scare me at all, even though it's quite dark.
I am almost at the Room of Hidden Things when I feel that gaze again.
I stop and look around.
"Potter?"
The next thing I know I am pressed against the wall by an invisible pressure against my shoulders and chest. I can't help but gasp and blink at the nothingness holding me down. The invisible man pulls of his cloak and throws it around both of us. I am staring in those bright eyes again.
Only this time it isn't from afar.
My breath catches in my throat when he moves even closer to my face.
But I don't stop him.
Afterwards he whispers: "I know what you are doing, Malfoy."
That kiss lasted for minutes but lingered for hours.
After that night I don't dare to look in his direction anymore. I just know he is staring at me.
I feel it.
He doesn't try to talk to me or get my attention until the next week. This time I don't even get the chance to leave the dungeons. He doesn't say anything. I don't say a word either.
I walk forward and so does he.
Potter is close enough to touch but I resist the urge to throw my arms around him. To cling to him. To beg him to help me. To save me.
"Do you regret it?"
He knows what I mean.
"No, I don't regret kissing you. But it's foolish. I shouldn't have done it."
I can only nod.
He touches my cheek briefly and I look away. He makes me feel too much. He makes me want him so much it hurts.
"Potter-," I sigh. "Harry, I don't think it's foolish."
He grins.
Those beautiful eyes light up.
I smile and it feels strange because I haven't smiled in weeks.
But then, his face falls and his mouth is pressed into a firm line once again.
"Draco, I'm sorry but…"
I shake my head.
"Don't say it. Let's just forget about it."
I try to ignore the pain in my chest.
The dizziness.
It's killing me but I push it away.
Harry looks down and nods once.
"Maybe after this war-" I whisper.
He doesn't hear me.
I watch him walk away. He doesn't look back.
I slide down against the wall and press my hand to my chest.
'It hurts,' I think ironically to myself.
This will never go away.
The End.
