"Hey, Harry

"Hey, Harry! I heard it all went wrong with Draco!? So sorry, mate!" Ron screamed while he ran after Harry, catching up on him by the library.

"What? Who said that?" Harry asked confused. "Oh, darn! I forgot! He meant the fight!" He remembered.

"I heard it from some Hufflepuff. Someone there supposedly walked in on you. What was that all about, anyways?" Ron didn't suspect anything, but he couldn't understand why they had been in a hidden tower.

"Oh, well, you know. Our fights usually are with wands, so we decided to take it a step further, and do it like men." Harry winked at Ron. "And so we decided to get out of the hallways, just so we wouldn't loose any points, or be punished, for ruining furniture and paintings and such, in the hall. When they walked in on us, we were pretty much equally beaten. We just stopped the fight, so that the boy and the girl could get the room to themselves. I suppose Draco say's he won because we stopped when he was on top." Harry sighed, like he thought it was too bad but didn't care.
"Ah, I see. Well, see you later then Harry," Ron waved and started to walk away.
"Huh? Where are you going?"
"Don't you remember? Hermione and I have to go through some stuff for the potion test we're going to have, since we didn't pass."
"Hermione didn't pass?"
"No. She asked too many unnecessary questions. If she had kept her mouth, she even would have won the whole thing." He laughed, and sprinted away.
"So I've got the afternoon off?" Harry thought, and smirked at himself.
"Wonder what Malfoy's up too today?" He started walking into the labyrinth of bookshelves in the library, to find the spot his enemy used to be when he was studying or just wanted to be without Crabbe and Goyle. After passing the fourth section of books on vampires, he finally reached the spot. And to his disappointment, the small bench by the window was empty and cold. He went over to it and sat down, laid his head on the window shelf, and looked at the snow outside. The cold glass felt good against his forehead, and he closed his eyes, looking at the memory of a pale, blond boy, sitting the exact same place, studying without noticing him.

"That bloody darn…" Somebody was on their way, and cursed by every step he took. Harry opened his eyes, hurried away from the bench and hid behind a shelf. Draco stepped forward, and went over to the bench, and sat down, with his head in his hands and his elbows on his knees.

"Why am I always thinking of it?" Draco said out loud. "It's not like it matters or anything. It doesn't mean anything at all, actually, but I just can't get it out of my head, and it's getting a little too comfortable. It annoys the hell out of me! He shouldn't be in there!" Draco dunked his head into the wall a couple of times, before he stopped and rested his forehead onto it for a little while. Then he laid his arms over the window shelf, rested his head on them, and sighed.

The whole thing reminded Harry of Romeo & Juliet, and he resisted to the temptation of saying "He speaks. Speak again, my angel" or "Shall I speak at this, or shall I hear more?" But he kept his mouth shut, as Draco started to talk again.

"Oh lord. What the heck is going on? I just don't get this. I don't want him to be in there, and yet, my mind and body greets him welcome like it's his home. I do whatever I can to keep my heart from it too, but sometimes it aches so much, I wonder if I do wrong. Sometimes it feels like it welcomes him too, without my permission. Like some sort of secret lover, just like Romeo & Juliet. It scares the living shit out of me. What if my heart one day will go against my will? What if it makes me greet him like the rest of me do? My will is the only thing for sure that keeps up against him. It hurts so much to think of the things he does to me, it only pisses me off! I don't love him, I know I don't. I just don't hate him either. Not any other feeling, actually. Should I love him?" He shook his head. "Nonsense! Of course I shouldn't! He's a boy! I'm a boy! We're both boys!" He stared up at the sky, as if he blamed the birds for his feelings and hurt. Harry stared amazed at the sight of Draco, and shivered of his lonesome confessions to nothing. A tear fell from his eye, at the exact same time as a tear fell from Draco's. "…And still. It sometimes feels like I should. The things he does to me… They make me shiver of pleasure, joy, and anger. I hate it and love it." He sighted, and wiped away his tears, before he got up, put his jacket on, and walked away. As soon as Harry couldn't hear his footsteps anymore, he slithered down the sidewall of the bookshelf where he hid, drew his legs up to his chest, laid his head in his arms, leaning his elbows on his knees, and cried out. It was a hurtful, but happy cry. Now he knew how Draco felt. And he now also knew it hurts the other boy. "Why lord, why? Why him, why me? Why lord? Why?"