Draco woke up from a dream...not just any dream, a dream that has been haunting him since his first year at Hogwarts. A dream about the very popular, very sexy...did he just think Potter was sexy?...Harry Potter...

'Oh god, here he comes' Draco thought to himself as he stared at the raven-haired boy walking towards him. He felt his heart ache...

Draco: "Hey Harry, why are you in such a rush? Are you in a rush to meet up with your mudblood friend and that dreadful Weasley?" I want you to spend time with me...

Harry: "Shove it, Malfoy."

Draco: "Now now, no need to be rude. I was simply asking a question. Surely you have enough brain cells to answer my question." Please answer my question...

Harry: "Malfoy, if your just going to insult me then get the bloody hell out of my way."

Why can't I ever be nice to him? Stupid, stupid Draco...

Draco: "Oh, don't be silly. I would never insult you, Potter." I never want to hurt you Harry...

Harry: "Malfoy, get out of my way!"

Draco: "Not until I get my answer." Tell me you feel the same way...

Harry: "Why won't you leave me alone about this? It happened in first year! Get over it Malfoy!"

Draco: "I can't..." Because I love you...

Draco had a look of pure emotion. His mask had faded, and he couldn't hide how much it hurt him that Pott...Harry, wouldn't except is friendship. The one time he actually wanted to be someone's friend, he was denied! His world wasn't making any sense.

Harry: "Leave me alone!"

Harry left in a rush, brushing past the very hurt Draco, bumping into him and knocking the scared blonde boy on his bottom. Draco had never been more hurt in his life. He stood up and gathered what was left of his dignity and headed straight to the Slytherin common room.

Draco: "Pansy! I need to speak with you immediately!"

Pansy: "What is it Draco darling?"

Draco: "Potter...he...he won't answer my question!"

Pansy: "What question is that Drakey?"

Draco couldn't believe that his best, and most loyal, friend who knew absolutely everything about him didn't know something as simple as this.

Draco: "Pansy are you that dense?"

Pansy: "I will not accept you insulting me! If you want to talk, then I'm all ears, but if your just going to sit there and insult me then I'll just leave."

Draco: "I'm sorry, but this is a very simple thing. I figured you would know. I could have sworn I already told you what question I was going to ask him."

Pansy: "Are you referring to the childish one? Referring to why he didn't accept you as his friend?"

Draco stared in disbelief.

Draco: "Now your insulting me? It's not a childish question! It's an extremely serious question! It could very well decide if I choose to fight for the good side and live a happy life or if I accept the dark mark and live the rest of my life in fear and misery! It's extremely serious and FAR from childish Pansy! Surely you can understand that?"

Pansy: "I didn't know it was that serious, but why do you want him to be your friend?"

Draco: "I've told you already! I'm in love with him!"

Draco sighed as he put his head in his now weak hands. He couldn't believe this was happening. He couldn't let himself accept the fact that Harry hated him, and he couldn't let himself get worked up about this.

He had long since accepted that he was in love with Potter, but he hadn't anticipated how much hate the boy held for the blonde. He couldn't get the look of pure hatred Harry had on his face when he tore the boy's heart straight from his body out of his head..

He felt as if his world had literally come crumbling down around him. Why was he suddenly so emotional? He wasn't some blushing schoolgirl! What was happening to him?

Harry didn't know where he was going, he just knew he had to get away from Malfoy. He didn't want Draco to find out how he felt about him. That would be extremely embarrassing. He couldn't face the world if they found out that he had a crush on...Malfoy...Oh, god that would be embarrassing!

He didn't mean to bump into Draco that hard. He heard Malfoy hit the ground, and it took every ounce of will power he had not to turn around to help him up and apologise...

He just kept walking, or rather jogging, away from Malfoy and to a spot unknown to his classmates. Godric Gryffindor's personal room. Harry had accidentely found it while trying to avoid Filch one night after curfew.

He had gotten lost and wound up in an unknown part of Hogwarts. He decided he would stay the night and avoid getting caught by Filch. He couldn't stand the idea of getting detention and wasting his extra time with his horrible potions proffessor.

Once he arrived at his hiding place, he abruptly fell asleep on the carpet in front of a roaring fire. He woke up, and why he did, he wasn't sure. He then caught the sight of a certain platinum-blonde Slytherin. He couldn't believe what he saw.

"What are you doing in here? Following me, Malfoy?", Harry said as he glared at the blonde.

"For your information, I was trying to find somewhere so I could be alone, but apparently I'm not the only one who knows about the existence of this room," Draco said in defense.

"Well, obviously not," Harry said rolling his eyes.