I was listening to Five Minutes to Midnight by Boys Like Girls when this popped into my head. I know I haven't written on my other stories in a while, and I apologize. But... Here ya go.

I was awoken from my peaceful, dreamless sleep by the weight of something landed at the edge of my bed.

"Bloody hell!" I whispered, shooting up into a sitting position. I relaxed when I saw it was just a tall, sickly skinny, pale, platinum blonde boy. Glancing at the clock illuminated by the moonlight, I exclaimed, "Draco. Malfoy. It is five minutes to midnight. You better have a damn brilliant reason for waking me."

He just smiled and told me to throw on some clothes, then meet him down in our courtyard. Then he was gone. I stood and did as he had told me to. Draco Malfoy was my friend. My best friend. Had been for as long as I could remember. I'd grown up with him. My parents were highly respected Death Eaters. Not just my parents, but my whole family. We Dolohovs were well known. My parents had left me in Lucius and Narcissa's care when they died, knowing that my brother was far into his duties as a Death Eater to care for a two year old child.

So Draco and I had gown up playing along-side each other, pretending we ruled the Wizard/Muggle world, that we were Death Eaters fighting in the war, that we were husband and wife, raising a child. He was my first kiss, and I was his, in our courtyard when we were eight. We're seventeen now. Nine long years since that kiss. When we arrived at Hogwarts, Draco was sorted into Slytherin the minute the Sorting Hat touched his platinum blonde hair. I, and everyone else, was sure I would follow, so imagine my surprise when, after the longest two minutes of my life, I was declared a Hufflepuff.

And that was that. While at school, we didn't acknowledge each other. It was highly frowned upon for Slytherins to associate themselves with anyone who wasn't a fellow Slytherin. I began dating a Gryffindor, Seamus Finnigan, in our third year. Draco had a parade of girls, none lasting more than a month or so.

But the summers were still ours.

I made my way down to our courtyard, a small forgotten courtyard a little off from the house, overgrown with weeds and untidy flowers. So much unlike the rest of the Malfoy Manor. A bit of a safe haven in the pristine crispness of the rest of the land. Draco was waiting for me on our stone bench, facing towards the center of the courtyard.

"Draco." I announced my presence.

"Sam. I didn't hear you come up." He scooted over to make room for me on the bench.

"What is so bloody important that you had to wake me?"

"Sam. Samantha." He stopped and was silent, unsure of where to go with this. "It's a nice night."

"... Lovely." I agreed. The moon was high in the sky, the dew had fallen and only a few night birds were singing their beautiful melody.

"We've spent a lot of time in this courtyard." He noted, finally bringing his beautiful story grey eyes up to meet my melted chocolate ones. "A lot of good times. How are you and Seamus?"

I was slightly taken aback at his quickly changing topics, none of them seemingly related. "I... We're doing fine. How are you and... Who's the lucky girl of the week?"

He rolled his eyes. "What happened to us, Sammy? I always thought we would be together through Hogwarts. Merlin knows I've needed you. How did everything become so messed up?"

"You're the Slytherin Prince. I'm the Hufflepuff Dunce. It-"

"You're not a-"

"But what would every one think? A Slytherin associating with a Hufflepuff? That's almost as bad as a Gryffindor. Perhaps if I had been in Ravenclaw, it would have been different. But that's a big perhaps."

"You seem to be doing well enough. What – four? Five? Years with Seamus? Me, I don't even remember half of my girls' names."

"That was your choice, Draco." I reminded him.

"None of those girls made me happy. None made me laugh or smile, or think or made me feel whole. Only one has ever done that. Only you. It's only ever been you."

"Draco."

"I know, you're with Seamus, and that you're happy. And I know that i-"

"Draco"

"t was me who brushed you away at school and ignored you. And that I ma-"

"Draco."

"de my decision. I just needed to let you know. I know now that that decision was the worst decision I've ever made, Samantha. I just want you to know that."

I waited a moment for the silence. "Are you done now?" I asked. He nodded so I continued. "Draco, I love you. Ever since that kiss. Nine bloody years ago. This whole time. You ignored me and I moved on. But a part of me always longed for the summer time, when you were mine and I was yours. It's been so hard, watching you all this time. Always wanting to reach out to you, to help you, to hold you, but afraid of losing you even more... Of losing our summers."

"I can't believe how stupid I've been."

"It's not all you, Draco. I could have taken a chance and reached out to you. I could have tried. But I was just happy to have this little bit of you." I hated seeing this beautiful blonde boy beating himself up for the mistakes that we both had made.

"I'm just so sor-"

"Draco, are you going to kiss me or not?"

That shut him up. He looked up from the patch of weeds he'd been staring at, and smile a genuine smile. Those were rare lately. For the first time in a long time, his grey eyes didn't look troubled. He slipped his hand around my neck and pulled me closer, holding my waist with his other hand.

"I love you." He whispered before setting his lips on mine.

And just like that, I was eight years old again.

D'awwwhh. I've actually gotten a few other ideas for some more little one shots for this. But I'm not sure if I want to post them on this story or if I want to post them separate. We shall see. Let me know what you though, yeah? Good or bad. xxx