Secret Love Can Kill

Disclaimer: I still don't own Harry Potter, though I do own seven books and movies with his name in the title...

Author's Note: Thank You for the reviews, this is out earlier than expected, so no whining! Again if you have any ideas, send a review! Now, on with the story! Oh, and I do need a few ideas for this story, so just send them in and I might add them to the plot. Again, I'm also doing other few one shots, like a Fred/George

I want you to listen to me very carefully, Harry. You're not a bad person. You're a very good person, who bad things have happened to. Besides, the world isn't split into good people and Death Eaters. We've all got both light and dark inside us. What matters is the part we choose to act on. That's who we really are.

Harry POV:

"Uhg!" I shouted. It was lunch, and I am in the Great Hall. I was looking over at Draco, going fucking insane. Because, at this time, when my obsession for him got to it's climax, I had to see him all the time! I had potions with him next, and there was a lurch in my stomach saying I was going to be paired with him for the Potions Project. Then tomorrow there was a quidditch match against bloody Slytherin!

Hermione looked at me, concern on her face. "Are you okay Harry? You don't look so well."

I grunted, but she took it as a bad sign. "Maybe you should go to the hospital wing mate. You do look paler than normal." Great. If Ron was worried, then it must really be noticeable.

"Nah." I said looking at my lunch; half of a steak, and some untouched chips (or fries to you non-English folk) "I just have a headache."

The others still look concerned, but dropped the matter.

"Lookin' forward to beatin' Slytherin on the quidditch match tomorrow 'arry?" Seamus' Irish accent asked, as he sat down at the table, holding hands with Dean.

I put on a fake smile and nodded. Of course I wasn't. What if I got distracted by looking at Draco instead of searching for the Snitch. Those muscled arms, his wispy blonde hair, his sapphire eyes...

"...rain on the match." Ron said quite loudly.

They were all looking at me expectantly, so I asked "Sorry what?"

"Why do you keep zoning out Harry? I asked if you thought it was going to rain on the match tomorrow."

I looked up at the enchanted ceiling, and shrugged. "It might."

The bell went, and I stood up.

I dreaded the whole walk to the dungeons. I had felt like this when I was walking in the forest to go meet Voldemort- unknowing what was going to happen. Fearing the worst.

I walked into the classroom after Ron and Hermione. I quickly looked around, but I didn't see Draco. Only Crabbe and Goyle. I wondered where he was, I hope he isn't hurt?

Slughorn walked in about then, so I had to stop distracting myself with my thoughts. As Draco wasn't there, I got paired with Neville. Which, surprisingly, he wasn't that bad at potions. I asked him how he got better, and he said something about a tutor. He wouldn't tell me who though.

We had to make a potion called Necracium. It's effect made you think of the one person you loved the most.

I know that Snape would have made us drink it then say who it was we saw.

I'm glad I didn't have Snape.

A few people drank it, though most didn't. Ron and Hermione did. I saw them each blush, then look at each other.

Finally class was dismissed, and we went to Defence Against the Dark Arts. I had slight butterfly's, because I had class with the Slytherins again now. But they weren't as bad, because I doubted he would be here, and even if he was, then he couldn't be my partner for something. As we weren't doing our projects until next month.

I was right, he wasn't here. Actually, I didn't see him for the rest of the day. I had a new kind of worry now. I really hoped he was okay. Maybe he's in the infirmary? I shook my head.
I could go see, but what if someone asked if I was there. None of my friends had been injured lately, and there was no reason for me to see my arch-enemy, was there?

So I followed Neville up the stairs, and into the common room.

I had another nightmare that night. It was the worst yet.

Draco POV:

Okay, so I went to lunch, and as soon as I entered I looked for Potter. I found him talking to the other, playing with his chips (again, fries to you non-English people). He seemed sad, and I didn't understand why.

I went to sit in-between Crabbe and Goyle, when I looked up to the Gryffindore Table. That Irish guy was talking to Potter. I strained to listen, but couldn't hear them over the noise of everyone else.

Potter looked up, and nodded at the Irish guy, with a fake smile plastered on his face.

Don't ask me how I knew it was fake, I just did. It's not like I watched him...All the time...And payed really close attention to his face...

'cause I don't!

Well maybe that's a lie...

It was only when I looked down, that I realised I had picked the same food as Potter-steak and chips (I will not explain again!)-and like him I was playing with it.

Blaise snorted, and I looked at him. But he wasn't looking at me, he was looking at Goyle. They were talking.

I listened to them, pretending to eat. "Really, you want me to ask her. You fuckin' well know who she is going out with! He would be on my ass faster than...I don't know. But pretty fast!" Blaise actually looked worried.

Goyle answered back, in whispers,looking at me "True. Everyone knows Pansy is expected to marry Draco. But then maybe you should ask him..."

I stopped listening. Me, and Pansy? Please! That was for mere moments on the train. I found someone so much better. Of course, they don't know that. Maybe I should put them at ease...

"So Blaise, what are you whispering about?" I asked, feeling satisfaction as he and Goyle turned slightly pink.

"Nothing Draco, just-umm..." He was at a complete loss for words! I know I was going to help him, but if you're expecting something good from me, then you have to pay first.

"-Girls!" Goyle was not good to ask for advice. Well, he was good at giving it, but he wouldn't keep your need a secret.

"Really?" I asked "Anyone in particular?"

Blaise full on blushed, and Goyle was stuttering.

"'Cause I was just thinking about Pansy."

I saw them become uncomfortable. I knew this was mean, but I couldn't help it. Now came the nice part. "I was thinking, that she is such an awesome sister." That was, kind of true. She was like my sister, but I wouldn't describe her as awesome. She is a bitch at times. Like when she makes you tell her the truth, as she can see through your best lie.

But she does give great advice.

I saw them both with their mouths open, gaping like fish. I laughed at the sight.

" So you don't like her, like that?" Blaise asked. I shook my head grinning. I heard him start talking about how much he liked her and I zoned out.

He asked me why I was laughing, and I shook my head. I mean, should I be nice, or not? Well, being a Malfoy, I decided not to be.

So I didn't tell him she was a lesbian.

She was the first I told I was gay, I was the first she told she was gay. Probably cause she told me afterwards, so she knew I wouldn't care. I looked over at Potter. He was staring at me, and when I looked in his eyes, I saw pain. Again, I wanted to make it better, but I couldn't so I stayed put. The bell went, and I saw him stand up. I did as well, and I looked around. I told Goyle and Crabbe that I was going back to the dorms, and not to follow me.

They kept talking, so I headed down the hallway. Then I got punched in the face.

I woke up in my bed, with a very sore nose, and an angry Pansy in front of me. "What-The-Fuck!"

See, such a good sister, huh?

"What did I do?" I asked. For once, I don't think I did anything wrong. That I remember anyway.

"How could you not tell me? I thought we didn't keep secrets from each other! I know it's bad loving someone you shouldn't, but you still could have told me!"

I didn't understand what she was on about until she said the last sentence. About loving someone you shouldn't. She knew.

"How?" I ask. Knowing she would understand that I meant how did she know I loved him.

"Because you've been making googly eyes at him all the time. Whenever someone says something bad about him, you seem to want to defend him, and you looked really sad after looking at him in pain!"

I hung my head in a very un-slytherin way.

"So you punched me in the face?"

"No, I punched you in the face, because Blaise asked me out. And when I declined, he toasked why, saying you told him I'd say yes."

I snickered at the thought.

"Don't make me punch you again."

I rolled my eyes, and asked "How long have I been out?"

"You missed dinner, and I think I can hear everyone coming in now."

I groaned, if only I could sleep.

"Get some sleep. Remember, you have the match against Gryffindore tomorrow. With ickle Potter, want to impress him don't you?"

I groaned again, and fell back on the bed. She left after that.

I had another dream of Potter that night. It wasn't exactly happy, but he was saving my life. It was during the battle, in the Room of Requirement. We were on brooms then to. At least now their won't be any fire. And hopefully no death...

To be continued...

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