A/N: Sorry about the title on chapter 1. I changed the name of the story at the last minute and forgot to change the title in the story from "Forbidden Lovers" to "Never is Such a Big Word." Oh, and by the way, each other chapter if from either Harry's or Draco's PoV...like the first, third, fifth and so on are in Harry's PoV, and the evens all are Draco's PoV. And this chapter is also when chapter 1 started (Saturday).
Chapter 2: Never
While Draco was walking to the Slytherin table for dinner, he didn't miss his chance to sneer at the Gryffindors. But he only sneered for two reasons.
One, because Gryffindors and Slytherins were enemies.
And two, amidst his sneers, he was actually secretly taking the time to admire that beautiful creature called Harry Potter.
Draco had never before seen something so wonderful. Everything - his untidy jet black hair; the way his glasses were always a little lopsided; the way he laughed - was perfect about him.
The only problem was that Harry wasn't his. He wanted Harry. He needed Harry.
Oh, come off it, Malfoy, Draco said to himself. He hates you and you know it.
Draco, after a few seconds, reluctantly dragged himself away from Harry and towards the Slytherin table.
He sat down in his usual seat in the middle of the table, surrounded by his henchmen Goyle and Crabbe.
"So anything good in the Daily Prophet today?" asked Draco.
His two troll-ish 'friends' grunted in a fashion as if saying no.
"Hey Draco, what are we going to do tonight? Are we gonna think up new ways to get Hagrid fired?" asked Crabbe.
"I guess," said Draco lazily, because that's what they did almost every night. "Is there anything better to do? I'm getting bored of that."
While Crabbe and Goyle worked their peanut sized brain, Draco saw Harry getting up and leaving.
Oh no! he thought.
Crabbe and Goyle sat huddled together for quite a while, with Draco just sitting there.
"Hey guys, while you think, I'm going to go to the bathroom," said Draco.
He heard their 'yes' grunt and he set off for the doors.
Little did he know that Hermione had just left the hall to go to the library.
Not knowing that Hermione was behind him, Draco looked left and right and saw no one. Then he sighed to himself.
He felt that he couldn't keep in how he felt about Harry any longer, so he walked further down the deserted hallways (towards the library, mind you), Hermione still behind him but keeping silent, and he said out loud, "Oh, I wish I had Harry!"
He heard a small gasp from someone behind him. He pivoted sharply on the spot but saw no one.
"Oh, I hope I imagined that," he said apprehensively, even though telling his feeling for Harry to someone - or something, like in this case (he thought) Boris the Bewildered - seemed to lift a big weight off his chest.
Draco began to get extremely nervous.
What if someone did hear me? What am I going to do??
When Crabbe and Goyle finally decided on what they were going to do (Draco had returned an hour ago and the hall was almost empty), it was to go to bed.
They slumped off to their common room, and then into their dormitories.
Draco felt like he had enough feeling to cry, but his father had taught him not to cry, ever. So he just lay there, looking out the window, thinking, I will never have Harry. Never.
~fin~
A/N: I know this one is short too, but, you know it kinda parallels chapter 1, which was very short, but I tried to make this one a little longer.