written by hahollz :)


I Sat. Sat a watched as them Gryffindors everyone's obsessed with walked passed with that Oh-My-God-The-Worlds-Going-To-End look on there face as always. I never got why people hung round with Potter, till the end of the war they are sick with worry for there families safety, if we win they end up dead with several death eater things up them.

Vince and Dray are of working on some plan to kill Potter. They'll never go though with it, even a half blind Hufflepuff could see that Draco had a thing for Potter. I am, despite what everyone else thinks, quite intelligent, but in school they don't care about intelligence or knowledge, just writing and wand movements. I've always had a slight problem when it comes to wand movements, when I was a kid, only one or two, my father use to offer me up to the dark lord to practise and modify experimental spells on. One day it went wrong I can't really remember it but I remember a lot of pain in my wrists. Now my wrists snap when ever I perform a spell.

I decided as a kid I would never turn out like my father. I would never give my kid to the dark lord. I would never Be such a coward but I can't see a way out anymore. The Deatheaters recently found a county curse for my wrists. I can't do much good without getting rid of the curse. My father would disown me if I switched sides. And the order would think of me as a spy the whole time. I can't even talk to anyone about it with out being found out.

I carried on staring at the golden tro. Well today it was a golden deuo . Granger sat crying on the weasleletts shoulder while Wesley and Potter shot evils at her. What's going on there? I'll ask Pansy when she comes up for lunch, she and Daphne know everything that happens in this place.

Pansy, another problem in my life. I've always loved her but she only thinks about Draco. Another person who doesn't see Draco's so in love with Potter. And when she does realise she won't look my way, no, never even give me a glance. She'll settle for Blaze or maybe Markus. Ye the Parkinson's would approve of that there very friendly with the Flints. So Who will I get? Daphne? Astoria? Militant? Of course not they've got an arranged marriage to some rich pureblood. No father would give there little girl away to a Goyle. For one we've only 7 generations of magic. Classed as pureblood but not pure enough. I just have to look in to a mirror to know I'm repulsive.

A group of noisy girls came thought the door with Astoria Greengrass lagging behind trying to be part of here big sisters group. I watched as Pansy came though the room. You know on muggle moves how every thing slows down as they walk past. It wasn't like that. She never went in slow-mo, she never glowed. But then again I don't like her for her outside, I like her looks but, It's her personality that counts. Well at lest when no ones around. Like when I spent four hours building her IKEA bed or when we had movie nights on the sofa at are muggle friends house. I love that we both love muggle things, the way she can be a bitch around everyone else but as soon as were by are selves she's nice and cares about me.

Astoria sat next to me. We get along quite well. No one really understood ether of us, both of us just stand in other peoples shadow, both of us feel apart from the other slytherins. I feel sorry for her she has a arranged marriage in three years time to Malfoy, she knows she has to produce a heir with a gay bloke.

'Hay,' She said as she tucked her long blond hair behind her ear.

'Hay,' I smiled back at her cutting up my chicken. 'Story? Do you know what's happened with the golden treo?'

'Apparently Weasel walked in on the mudblood and his sister in Moaning Merles bathroom. Go knows why he was there in the first place,' she had a soft voice for someone who was willing to join the bitchy group. Her smile was soft, her eyes kind but whatever. 'Aparntly over the holidays Weasley and Granger hooked up.'

'Really?'I paused for a moment. I could understand why Weasley was upset, his girlfriend and his little sister. But Potter got no reason to be upset. 'Then whys Potter pissed?'

'Apparently the Weaselette was cheating on Dean Thomas with both Potter and Granger. She told Potter she was going to ditch Thomas for him on the train as well,' She smiled and took a bite of her meat. 'Erk, Pass the gravy.'

So this is what draws the treo apart, not The Dark Lord, not the war but this. Ha. I wonder if Weasley would be the same if it wasn't his girlfriend his sister was dating. Was he homophobic or gust angry? Why do I care anyway. The only thing that it could effect me is if Draco comes out and tries it on with Potter.

I didn't eat much, wasn't in the mood. If I'm hungry later I'll go to the kitchen. I went to the dungeon, finished my home work and crawled into bed.

As soon as I closed my eyes I saw a white room, in the middle of this room was a tall, ginger man. The man was wearing a pair a black skinny's, no top and some green socks. His hair was ruffled. As soon as he saw me he smiled and waked over to me. His hands pulled my hip towards him. Are faces became closer. His lips shaped something between a smirk and a smile. His blue eyes glistened. His cold breath on my face. He whispered, 'I love you Greg.' And there lips meet. Softly pressed together. The other man started to kiss. I just let him. I even kissed back. I felt my sole collide with Weasely's. Everything bad to just slip away. My hands sliped though the messy hair. Holding him closer to me with my other hand. The kiss got a bit steamier. I pushed him to the wall and started to kiss down his neck. My hand undid his button, slid underneath and grabbed the other mans cock. I started to tug. My hand moving faster and faster. I bit Ron's neck and sucked leaving a pinkish mark on his neck. Ron's voice whispered, 'Babe, open your eyes.' Next Malfoy's voice was coming from a distance, 'Wake up, you oaf!'

Maybe that's why Pansy never glowed or walked in slow mo. Because, Because... I'm Gay. Thinking about it I never found her attractive she was just always there for me. She has always been my best friend. Maybe It was love I felt but not that kind of love.

That morning I tried to stop thinking about the Weasley dream, but the harder I tried the more it stuck in my head, even some times adding bits to the end. When it came to potions I had made though five lessons not even looking at Weasley. But Professor Slughorn didn't seem to want me to work in peace. Each Gryffendor was paired with a Slytherin.

'Parkingson, Granger, front desk. Behind them Mr Malfoy and Harry. Then Finnegan with Nott,' Slughorns voice carried even tough it sounded like he smoked one to many cigarettes. 'Next row, Front, Longbottom, Crabbe. Behind them, Brown and Greengrass. And On the Last row Bullstrode and Patel. followed by Thomas and Davis. Then Weasley and Goyle.'

Grate, now I can't ignore him. I bet just to piss me off Slug is going to make us work in pairs. As I suspected we were making Draught of the living dead, in pairs.

'Weasley, I'll do the work and you just sit there looking gormless,' Yes that sounded normal. It didn't sound like my insides were screaming out. 'Fuck me Weasley. I know it was only one dream but that's enough for me!'

'Okay, with me,' He paused for a second, obviously in thought. 'Just don't blow me up.'

'Trust me Weasley; I'm not going to disfigure your pretty little face,' Woo, This is hard. I have new found respect for Malfoy. How can he do this to Potter every single day?

After that the potions lesson was pretty quite. I kept looking between Pansy and Weasley, hoping I might see something in Pansy physically attractive. After that I looked around the room finding a physical attraction to anyone. None of the girls at all were doing anything for me, not Brown, Patel, Granger, Daphne, Tracy or anyone. Okay Next the boys. Draco, No. Potter, No. Finnegan, Maybe. Nott, No. Actaly the only one in this room that made me feel anything more than a ye there okayish feeling was staring at the mudblood. Erk what dose he even see in her. She has hideous hair, that wouldn't take five minutes to fix if she wanted to, Buck teeth, slumped shoulders. ERRRRR.

'Weasley couldn't you tell,' I inquired. 'I mean she's not like a proper girl, like Brown or Patel.'

'Shove off Goyle,' The red head stud up. 'Don't you think I already had enough!' He walked out slamming the door behind him.

Shit! Now look what I done! I was only trying not to show I liked him. Oh well, just have to make it up. Some how.