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.