Disclaimer: I don't own anything having to do with Harry Potter, I am not making any money off this, blah blah blah, etc.

This story takes place in their 6th year at Hogwarts. Don't read this if the thought of guy/guy relationships offends you. R&R!!!!!!!!!!! Flame if you want, it's my first fic and I appreciate advice, really. Oh, and please read all the chapters. I know it's really long, but most of the chapters are short and the interesting stuff is all at the end.

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1 I will occasionally be forced by my cynical little personality to make snide comments. My sadistic additions to the story are in parentheses or say A/N in front of them. I'll try to keep my thoughts to myself, but sometimes I'm forced to say something. I may also use lyrics from random songs, most of which I'm unsure of the title and/or artist, but those are in stars and I don't own and didn't write any of those either, and I give full credit to whoever wrote/performs them (I don't know who it is but it's not me!).

2 Ch. 1

*You make me come

You make me complete

You make me completely miserable*

He stood at the window with tears falling unchecked down his face. He knew that he, Harry Potter, was not supposed to cry over matters of the heart. Almost all the girls in the school would give thousands of galleons to be with him. //Why did I even bother to stay? I could have gone to stay at the Burrow. But no, I had to torment myself with visions of a constant reminder of what I can't have?//. Almost all the Gryffindors, even Ron and Hermione, had gone home for Christmas, so he returned from his nightly walks about the castle to a nearly empty tower, which was full of the Gryffindor scarlet and the gold that brought painful thoughts of that golden hair.

"Potter?!" came a voice that snapped him out of his reverie.

//Oh God no// Harry thought //not now//

He turned to glare and with all the hatred he could muster, asked, "What on earth do you want, Malfoy?"

"Are you okay.I thought I heard someone crying"

"Me, crying, no. Why the hell would I be crying"

//He's asking if I'm okay! Maybe he doesn't hate me as much as I thought//

"Well then why are there tears on your face?"

"Ah, um, uh." Harry stuttered and tried to quickly think of a smart retort. Draco saw the look of pain and confusion on his enemy's face and had the sudden desire to do whatever he had to until he felt better.

//No!// he told himself //he's your worst enemy, and a *guy*. There's no way you're in love with him. Snap out of it Malfoy//

Harry saw a strange expression cross the face of the boy standing in front of him, almost like Draco wanted to comfort him in ways that he could only imagine, but it quickly vanished. Suddenly, in a much softer voice, he asked, "Is there anything I can do for you Harry?" He stepped closer and started brushed away Harry's bangs, idly tracing the lightning bolt scar on his forehead.

//This is going to drive me insane//. Fearing that his emotions would be revealed and disliking the thoughts that were suddenly flooding his head, he turned and ran back to the tower. Draco felt suddenly upset as he watched the raven-haired boy's back heading away from him. He made his way back to the dungeons much more confused than he had been before his unlikely meeting with the boy he hated and yet was beginning to think he might love.



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