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~I don't want to feel like this tomorrow, I don't want to live like this today...~
Never Surrender – Skillet.
Harry woke up on that Saturday morning feeling worse than he had last night.
His inflamed arm burned from the scratches, and his heart continued to traitorously beat against his ribs.
Oh, how he wished he we were dead. Without the love of his life, what point was there in living?
Without Draco in his life, what good would it do to search for someone new? He may find someone who would look similar, but nobody else he found would be like Draco. Nobody would be the same as him; nobody could do that irresistible evil smirk he could pull on his pale and pointed face, nobody would talk like him, nobody could.
No one.
Ever.
But the angered side of his mind pulled him into focus again, and smacked him out of his daze. He never loved you, idiot! Come on, he never once said he loved you. He only wanted to fuck you.
And I let him. Said the other side of his mind. I let him use me because I loved him. I'd do anything for him. Absolutely anything.
You're barking! Said the angrier side again. So you'd just lay your dignity for him. You realise he was just coming in and out of your life as he pleased, right?
No. Said the other voice. I was blinded. I just wanted to be with him. I just wanted to forget the horrible pain from last June, and to forget what happened. I just want Draco.
Harry curled up in bed with his bed sheets around him like a cocoon, almost hoping he'd turn into something beautiful and fly away from everything...
But Harry suddenly bolted upright in bed and remembered the letter from last night.
He nervously picked it up off his side table and re-read it.
"...I have been deeply in love with you from the moment I first saw you..."
He wondered as his bit down on his bottom lip...what should he do about it?
Write back?
Tell the person he was interested?
But why? The person hasn't even left a signature, nor did he recognise the handwriting.
Harry put the letter safely away in his cabinet and locked it shut with magic.
The last thing he needed was Ron to find a letter from a secret admirer.
Harry dragged himself from his shelter of blankets, and slowly put some random clothes on and went downstairs to meet Ron and Hermione.
All day, Harry had this nagging feeling about the letter in the back of his mind. He always got butterflies in his stomach when he thought about the words that were so soft and tender to read...He had never had anyone say that to him before. It made his heart feel a little warm, as if he started to believe again.
Though Harry wasn't so east to trust an anonymous person...He would not fall into another trick of some horny boy or girl.
Though he couldn't help the thought that maybe this person seemed to care for Harry...maybe even - possibly, in the slightest chance in the world - love him?
Harry was watching Ron and Hermione carefully at the breakfast table. They were absorbed in their conversation and food, hardly paying attention to Harry at all.
Harry placed a napkin in his lap, and began to place some of his food into the napkin. He would pretend to take a bite, and sometimes he would pretend to sneeze, then he would transfer the food from his mouth and placed it in the napkin.
He didn't know why exactly he was doing it...but the food on the table almost seemed to make him feel worse about himself. He didn't want Hermione down his throat about not eating, so if he pretended to eat, then everything would be fine...
"Come with us to Hogsmeade, Harry." Hermione said as the group of students lined up to leave for the village.
"No, thanks." Harry said shortly. "I've got homework to do."
"But you always say that – every weekend. Surely you can't have that much homework." Hermione pressed on.
"No, seriously, Hermione. I've got stuff to do. Have fun." Harry pulled out of her grip on his arm and left for the Gryffindor tower.
Harry pulled out the letter from his cabinet, and looked at the letter.
Throughout the morning he thought about what he should say, and he finally came up with a conclusion.
Harry pulled out a spare parchment roll, some ink, and a quill and headed for the owlery.
Once Harry arrived in the tower, he pulled out the writing utensils from his bag and wrote;
I don't know how you know about me and Draco, but I am not one to trust somebody so easily.
Who are you? What do you want?
Harry
Harry looked up and found the black owl that had delivered him the letter the night before.
"Make sure he or she writes a good response, alright? I want answers."
Harry watched the owl soar out of the window and into the afternoon sky.
Now all Harry had to do was wait.
~Do you know what it's like to be your own worst enemy?~
Never Surrender - Skillet
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