((GUYSSSSS.. SO MANY OF YOU ARE FOLLOWING ME AND IT MAKES ME SO HAPPY… SO.. I was thinking of making a separate one-shot about the day they first kissed, and their anniversaries.. Or you guys could request something in the story, any POV you want.. Guys, I just want to treat you guys.. Love you!))

Harry POV:

I ran from the Great Hall, sobs breaking free. I was so stupid.. So damn stupid… I gave my heart to a man who would never truly love me.. Hell, he would never truly care about me. I tripped, breaking free from my thoughts. I nearly fell but managed to stabilize myself. I looked down at the floor, noticing a notebook. I picked it up carefully, opening up the cover slightly. I gasped softly, realizing what it was. It was someone's love poems.. They were so beautiful.. The handwriting was magnificent and the poems were so beautiful. I flipped through the book quickly, noticing a note at the end. Strange.. The note read:

B.W.L.,

I love you, so much.. But I know I have lost you, so I wrote you these a while back.. I am hoping you will forgive me, though I don't deserve you. You are the only boy I have ever loved. Hell, you are the only person I have ever loved.

-F.D.E.

I gazed at it, a slight smile on my lips. The poems were so beautiful, so perfect. I wish I had someone who loved me like that.. All I had was a man who lead me on, who broke my heart.. I sighed and pulled the book against my chest, walking to my dorm, where I planned on reading the whole thing. It may have been wrong to just take it, but I needed one ray of light in a pool of darkness….

(A few hours later...)

I woke up, jolting up. I looked at my watch, noticing the time. It was 9 o'clock. I would be having potions right now.. With Draco.. My eyes welled with tears, threatening to spill. Why did he have to do this to me? What did I ever do to make him hate me so? To want to break me like this? I gave him my heart and he stomped on it, acting like it was nothing. He would never understand how I felt.. But the worst thing was.. I didn't want to cause him any pain.. I still loved, even though he hurt me.. I will always love him. No one can even compare to Draco. His shining, grey eyes, which are always full of wisdom.. His shining, platinum blonde hair. His fair, pale skin.. He was so damn strong and so loving. When he made love to me, well, fucked me.. He used to gaze at me, his eyes so full of warmth as he held my body against his, our lips coming together, our heat combining. But now those warm eyes had turned cold. His arms were no longer welcoming, neither were his lips. I was just a toy.. I was putty in his greedy hands.. I still am. I wiped at my eyes, stumbling out of bed. I pulled on pants, and an old shirt. Why bother looking nice? There was no one I needed to impress.. I threw my tie on, knowing I knotted it incorrectly, and ran a hand through my hair before I put my cloak on. I glanced at my dresser, noticing the book there. Tears threatened to spill again.. The book was so sad but so beautiful. I wished it was truly made for me… I took the book, sliding it in between a couple of books I needed for Potions. I needed to hurry..

I finally arrived at Potions, trudging into the room. Someone had taken my seat beside Draco… Pansy. My eyes immediately darkened.

"Harry? Pray tell, why are you late?" I heard Slughorn ask. I turned to him, forcing a smile upon my lips.

"Overslept, I am sorry Professor.." I said, sliding into a spot beside Neville. He looked up at me, looking a bit shocked.

"What happened to you, Harry?" He asked, me glancing over my shoulder at Pansy and Draco. He was smiling at her. He said something quietly, which she giggled at before her eyes flickered up to mine, smiling sinisterly. Draco noticed of course, him smirking at me before he leaned down to kiss her. My head whirled around, my face stony. I couldn't run out, like I had this morning.

"Miss Parkinson and Mister Malfoy, please do not share your love during this time.. We are having a class.." I choked slightly, hating the girl. This is where Draco and I would kiss in between classes.. Where Hermione caught us.. Not hers. It was mine. Not hers! I looked down, wishing that girl was never born… Or maybe I was wishing that I had never fallen in love with Draco.. Never trusted him.. But sadly I did..