He hated him.

He hated him for making him feel.

Malfoys shouldn't be able to love! And yet… he was making him feel it course through his veins. They both knew it couldn't last, that it couldn't.

When the War came, they'd be on separate sides. He couldn't go over to the Light side. The Dark Lord would kill his mother! And he couldn't come over to the Dark side… The Dark Lord would kill him.

So they continued their forbidden dance in secret, never uttering the words that made their throat go dry.

"I love you." He wanted to say that to him… But he could never do it. He was going to die when the War came, he knew that and embraced the fact, and he was never going to admit his feelings for him.

Soon their forbidden dance came to an end and everyone who supported the Dark Lord ran away from the school and into the clutches of a mad man.

He found himself yearning his touches.

He found himself going crazy over dreams of their forbidden dances.

Then the War came and he knew he'd never have a forbidden dance with him again.

They stood on opposite sides of the battlefield, hearts broken with the loss of each other.

Then the time came when they stood before each other, wands to their sides.

There was a moment as all their forbidden dances and all their touches came back.

And then they raised their wands and began their battle.

Both of them fought with all they could.

But did he really?

Draco Malfoy wasn't so sure anymore.

And then he was down, staring up at him with a painful smile on his face.

He was going to spare him, he knew he would. He had promised him he would.

"I love you.." He managed to cough out. And then an Avada Kedavra hit him in the back.

His eyes went blank and he fell forward, never to hear the words returned from Harry Potter. The words that were on his lips the whole time.

Their forbidden dance of love had finally come to an absolute end.