Summary: Draco/Harry Point of view, you can actually decide who who's POV it is =D. Mainly about One having to leave each other from love. Just Please R&R Thanks!

A/N: Very very short fan fic, quick writing

Disclaimer: Don't own characters just own the plot! .

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"I...I just don't understand" you mutter softly into the cold sleepless night. 'How can you possible not understand' I think sighing heavily. "Why are you telling me this" you turn away so I cannot see your red teary eyes. "I have to...you have to know...I can't continue." You can no longer look away and you have to turn to me, I can not bear to see you crying...

I spent so many sleepless nights dreaming about you and yet I cannot deny, I wanted to. You loved me more than I could have loved you. I was different. I needed to keep the name. They...would never understand...us.

And so yet...I can not live the life I have with you. For no one would understand. 'The Boy who Lived' and 'My Fathers Son' we are to different. You look up at the moon, I know I've let you down. The moon shines into your eyes and it makes them shine.

"Please..." you plead to me, "I need you..." Water starts to fill my eyes, and yet a single tear does not fall. "I am sorry..." I whisper to you. I do not wish to leave you, I did not mean for this to be.

Something happened, and I knew it had to end. The longer I waited to tell you...the more it would hurt in the end. We both have to be brave... So I'm telling you, hold strong and we both will be all right. You look at me once again, I used to be able to read your eyes. But now they seem so lost and confused, and I cannot help you. Staring at each other as we do, you know what we have to do, will turn out right...in the end.

You ask a question...and yet you already know the answer "why?" I look into your eyes, and I know what you want to hear from me. I know the answer, and so do you. I breath in "because...I...I don't love you." Your fears are confirmed. I want to hold you close to me, and yet I keep pushing you away.

You slowly start to stand up, but start to fall as if you were to faint. I catch you before you hit the cold stone floor, your body feels light and faint in my hands. We sit here, your head lying in my lap. I run my fingers through your beautiful hair.

You are not crying anymore, you breathe softly and I do not want to let you go. It is now my turn to cry, a single teardrop slowly travels down my cheek and lands with a tiny splash on yours. I can not hold you here forever, though I wish I could. I hope you won't forget me, because I know I will never forget you.

The sun is now rising and warmth embraces us. We now both silently sit, eyes stained red. They say once you close the door, you can't open it again. But I know that's not true, because I closed it, and am going to open it once more, and love again with all the memories I hold.