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This chapter was originally not here, but some inspiration from Xeniaph(;

Draco's POV

I had just finished making my plans with Myrtle for the next tryst and was now on my way to potions. I was walking slowly, glad that I was now alone and had some time with just my thoughts. My stomach felt a little queasy at the idea of kidnapping him again, because I was afraid that he had forgotten about me. What if the last time wasn't what he thought it would be? What if he rejected me?

All of a sudden I felt a large, warm hand cover my mouth and I was pulled against a solid body. My mind went blank as I was dragged around a corner into an empty corridor. I flailed wildly in an attempt to get free so I could hex my captor into oblivion, but he was a lot stronger than me. I gave a particularly feisty jerk and I heard him grunt but he didn't let go. Instead he turned me around and pressed me into the stone wall… gently?

I looked up into bright green eyes and my struggles died quickly.

"You're not gonna jinx me now, are you?" He asked quietly.

I shook my head as best I could and he let go of my mouth only to rest his hands on my waist. Then he surprised me and pressed his lips to mine. My body reacted instantly and I kissed back with vigor. His grip on me tightened and I found my arms winding their way around his neck.

Unfortunately reality set in on me and I pulled away.

"I can't do this." I panted.

"What?" His jaw dropped with shock and I felt him tense up.

"I… we can't be together." My voice trembled and I actually felt pain in my chest. Was it possible for a heart to actually break?

In a second his face went from emotional to a stony mask, but neither of us had let go of the other. "Why?" Harry asked.

"I'm… I just, I can't be gay."

"No." He shook his head. "No, Ron said it was common for wizards."

"Maybe for Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs, but if I do this I'll be throwing away everything. I'm a Slytherin, a pureblood, and I have things that are expected of me. We are expected to breed and provide heirs. If my father heard…"

"No. You can't do this… You can't just leave me like this after what happened."

"I have to."

"We could keep it a secret… I'll do anything, anything to keep you now. Please." With a sigh he put his forehead on mine and closed his eyes. I bit my lip.

"I'll think about it, alright? But I can't promise you anything." God, it just sounded so shallow. Even to me. Besides, I never cared about any of that pureblood stuff; in all honesty I was just scared of the commitment.

He opened his wide eyes and gave me a small sad smile. "Well to help your decision…" He gave me another short kiss and then released me.

"We could make it work, ya know." He whispered before disappearing around the corner and leaving me alone.

I ended up skipping potions, it's not like Professor Snape wouldn't cut me some slack. Instead I went outside to take a walk around the lake.

Although the whole affair a few minutes ago had left me feeling guilty, confused, and with a difficult decision it had also given me a strange sense of power and confidence. At least now I knew it wasn't a onetime thing now and that he actually did like me, but I had also hurt him by not telling him that I felt the same.

Once on the far side of the lake I sat down on a rock and pulled his journal out of my bag. I flipped through the pages slowly, glancing over the entries I had already read. It had caused me so much trouble, but I had also caused a lot of my trouble myself. I started to read the next entry.

"Dear Journal,

I think that I might send an anonymous letter to Draco confessing my affections for him. Maybe we could write back and forth and then when he might like me I can tell him who I actually am… Wow, that just sounds really bad. It sounds like the worst idea I've ever had. He would figure out that it was me in a second and then he would probably just laugh in my face. Besides, I haven't told anyone my secret, and even if I did what would it matter? Fat chance I would ever get to be with Draco Malfoy. He's too beautiful and pureblood and Slytherin and straight... and just so perfect. He would never want a messy weirdo like me. If he ever knew how much I wanted to be with him he would think it was a joke. Sometimes I wonder if the picture of him I have in my mind is actually right, or if it's just my imaginary Draco.

-Harry"

I closed the book angrily and tossed it in my bag. Is that how he thought of himself? That his ideas were stupid, that he was a 'messy weirdo'? That I was 'too perfect' for him? If anything I was the one who didn't deserve him. He was the honest one, the passionate one. All I was doing was making things complicated.

I would have to put my plan into action soon because Harry obviously needed to have some things explained to him.