Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and am making no money from this story.
Just a drabble that randomly flowed out of my hands as I was doing my English homework.
They say opposites attract. What do they know? If that was true he would be here now. He would be with me and would follow me to hell and back. Without him my world would crumble, but I will never be able to admit it. I hate the prejudices that keep us apart and always will. There I go again talking like the feeling is mutual. It is not the prejudices that keep us apart, but the fact that he hates me. But it could be worse; I could be like one of those girls in the novels, who are completely invisible to the objects of their affection and to everyone else. I am one of the most desirable males at Hogwarts. But not to him, never to him. No matter how many songs I write for him and no matter how much I do to help him anonymously, he will never see me as more than an enemy. With what I've done, I don't blame. I was an instrumental part of a plan to kill the only father he has ever known and I have taken the Dark Mark. What I've done was horrible, yet if I hadn't done I would be done and there would be no one to talk the Dark Lord out of his fool proof plans. Yes, surprisingly he has those sometimes ideas of ways of capturing Harry that would work. Between Severus and I we are almost always able to talk him into more theatrical plans, that will allow escape. Harry always gets away. How could he not he has all the good karma given to him by all the people who have died to save him. Someday I might be one of those people and it might be sooner than I would like, before I get to tell him my true feelings. Even in light of the darkness all around us, all the terrible things happening, he still has such joy, such happiness, such a will to live that has never been seen. But he will live to save the world, if I have to kill my own family to make it happen. He will usher in a new age and I will watch proudly whether as a ghost or from the background. I will see him triumph, if it is the last thing I do. I will live to see his happiness grow and nourish an entire nation and I will make sure someone is there to catch him when he falls. Whatever he says, it is not his cross to bear alone. Those who love him will always be there to help and I could myself as one of that number.
Harry closed the leather journal with the Malfoy crest on the front and smiled. He clutched the journal to his chest as he ran towards the dungeons, heedless of the late hour.