(Corresponding fic to Green to Silver (The Journal of Draco Malfoy). It is not a sequel. It simply retells G to S through a different POV and clears a few things up that were left untied in Draco's journal.)

*~ Entry 3 ~*

Dear Diary,

Draco Malfoy tried to commit suicide. He threw himself off the astronomy tower. And as he took that final step, I heard him whisper, "I love you, Harry." And then he was gone.

Initially, I had gone up to the astronomy tower to think. I couldn't sleep. How could I sleep when my mind is stuck on the permanent photography of pale pink lips, soft as rose petals, and breath that tasted of perfection? And kisses. Delicate kisses that sung of love. I couldn't sleep. So I had gone up to the astronomy tower in a futile attempt to clear my mind of impurities. To purge my mind clean of thoughts of him. But of course he showed up.

I was staring vacantly into space when he had appeared, his trembling body teetering off the window ledge. I watched in horror as he unshakily stepped closer to the edge. What the hell did he think he was doing? And then he took that final step.

"I love you, Harry."

Oh fuck no. "Malfoy!" I sprinted to the window. His robes flapped wildly around him as he spiralled downwards, his eyes closed, rain pummeling onto his fair white face. He continued to fall downwards, at a disturbingly fast pace, the wind tossing his lithe body around. He was going to die.

In a rush of panic, my mind had cleared of all spells to slow him down. He continued to fall, even faster as he neared the ground.

"Lentio!" His body suspended in midair and continued it's descent in slow motion. He landed on the ground, his limbs tangled unnaturally, body making an unnaturally loud splat. I ran to Dumbledore. What else could I do? When we reached him, his face was streaked with mud and he was cold as ice. His skin was caked with blood. It was barely much, but his body. His body was. Well, it was. Oh, his body was twisted most bizarrely, in impossibly angles. I closed my eyes. Dear Gods no.

A stretcher was conjured up and they carried him away. I think they took him to Saint Mungo's. Professor Snape looked as white as death. Dumbledore's eyes had lost their twinkle. A hushed whisper had spread that Draco Malfoy was crazy.

He wasn't. He was heartbroken.

They ransacked Malfoy's dorm room. They found this journal. Snape had looked ashen-faced when Dumbledore began to leaf through it. I'd never seen a person turn the sickly shade of green Snape did when Dumbledore told me to take a look at the journal. And the first thing I saw was my name.

All the entries were about me. All the entries were confessions of undying love, pain, and hurt on my behalf.

Draco Malfoy loves me.

It feels strange to be loved in the way that Malfoy loves me. Ron and Hermione love me. Sirius loves me. But Draco Malfoy LOVES me. I've never been loved like that before. Even Ginny has never told me she loved me.

Funny thing love is. You can hate someone your whole life and when you find out that the hate isn't reciprocated, but instead fueled by love, well. Well. Things change. Suddenly, the hate evaporates, and instead you feel this empty longing in the soul. A sudden need for something else. You can't hate someone that loves you. You just can't.

But I'm Harry Potter. And Harry Potter doesn't follow the rules and laws of anything. Even something as age-old as love and hate.

~Harry Potter

~TBC~

Endnotes: (Lente means slowly in Latin. I guess the spell would be the Lentius spell. I dunno ::confused::) Strange chapter. Kind of weird. A bit loose ::ducks potatoes:: The next chappie should be out soon. Please review! Thankies to all reviewers ::hug::