A bitter yet sweet ending
I don't know when it had started but I had found myself more and more intoxicated by him. I kept telling my self that this couldn't be there was no way that I Draco Malfoy had fallen in love with the infamous Harry Potter. I tried to convince my self that all I felt was lust but my heart said something different. I would try to forget him I tried to loose my sense of mind in one night stands but It was no use all I could think about was what it would be like if the one next to me was him. Even now as I spill horrid words at him my heart pounds against my chest in a sick game to see how long before it breaks open. How much more of this torture do I have to take before it finally comes to a sad bitter end?
~~~~~~~~~~~that night~~~~~~~~~~~~
I awoke to those dreaded images of potter that haunt my every thought. Again it had happen again I look around the huge empty room that fills me with a sick pleasure.
"Why, why do I feel this way?"
Anger, sadness, pain, curiosity, love, things a Malfoy should never feel yet they where constantly there. I got out of my cold bed and walked out of the dormitory. I walked knowing exactly where I was going to the one place no one else dared go to. As I got to the door of the girls haunted bathroom I felt a shiver run down my spine. This place held so many painful memories yet still provided a nauseating comfort I walked into the nightmares that kept me up. I walked over to the mirrors and starred at "myself" flashes of dark memories floated around my mind. I feel to my knees clutching my head to stop the memories but it was useless the memories came rushing in and wouldn't stop. I started hitting my head against the sink in hopes the pain would over power the flashbacks. After what seems like hours it stopped my body felt like pudding. I sat there staring at the floor I could feel something wet and sticky slide down my face I looked down at my arms the bruises still evident clashing with my white skin. I smiled pain was my only companion in life.
"Malfoy what are you doing here?"
I knew that voice it was the same voice that echoed in my dreams I snapped my head up to come face to face with non other than Harry Potter himself.
"What's it to you Potter"
I slowly got up hoping he didn't see how much I struggled. I ran/limped out of the bathroom once I knew I was far enough I broke down.
"Oh Merlin why of all the people, why was it Potter?"
