DISCLAIMER: Not mine, never mine! If it was, would I be worrying about Uni applications? I think not!!

AUTHOR NOTE: Okay, this story/drabble (not sure what it is really, but it's 430 words...short for me) is different to my other stories...namely, it's WAY more depressing! But it was written while watching a video of "Journey's End" in my English Literature class. For those who don't know, Journey's End is a play about men in the trenches in World War One. A good play but it gets more depressing as it goes on. So, it influenced me.

Also, slightly different to the Harry Potter Universe we know and love. I'm sure you can work it out!

Enjoy! (Well, as much as you can...)

He was always the centre of attention. Perfect in everyone's eyes. Even people in my house saw him like that, despite their deep hatred for him. He could do no wrong. The teachers adored him. You either wanted to be him or be with him.

Everyone except me. Well, that's what people thought. If they knew the truth, I'd be the laughing stock of my house. Actually, I think I'd be torn to pieces by my former friends for betrayal.

I wonder what they would think, my loyal followers, if they knew what I really though about my arch-enemy, what I felt. If they knew how my disgust for him had turned in fifth year into something more...more complicated. How every time I look at his emerald eyes, I feel myself drowning. How I can't draw myself out, how I find myself almost reaching bliss, until he asks quizzically, "Malfoy?" and I'm dragged out again, gasping for air.

What makes this whole thing worse is that I don't know how to define it. Is it just an obsession? Something that will pass with time? Or naturally progress back to utter loathing? But could it be something more...permanent? I cannot even consider that. It couldn't possibly be...love. I'd be destroyed. A gay Malfoy is bad enough. One that's in love with the Golden Boy is the end of the world. But, the more I think about it, the more likely it seems.

Argh! This is getting worse and worse! The final battle's begun. I have to go and fight. I don't want to. I'd run if I could, run far away from here and the evil that has plagued my life. But his damn mark on my arm would probably kill me. Or my father would, for cowardice and polluting the Malfoy name.

So off I go. To my death. I wish I could change how my life has been. I wish I could have built up the courage to tell him how I truly felt. I wish I could have faced down my father, stood up to him and said "No" just once. Maybe I really am a coward. Too late to change now.

But before I go I have to say one thing. One thing I was always too cowardly to say. I, Draco Malfoy, now join the hundreds of fangirls out there by saying:

I love you, Harry Potter.

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Harry felt a tear slide down his cheek and land with a splash on the page of neat handwriting in front of him.

"I love you too, Draco Malfoy."

A/N: Review and I will love you!!!