Disclaimer: I don't own Potter or Malfoy (wish I did). They own me.

Author notes: Ok, this is my first fic (gets jitters) so I apologise in advance for crappy writing, thoughts that jump all over the place etc etc. So please read, review and criticise if you think it's bad.

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Reality Check

Don't look at me that way.

Don't you see? You're only making life difficult for yourself. I'm a Malfoy, a Death-Eater. You're Harry Potter, the Boy-who-Lived. Doesn't it strike you as strange? Or unnatural? Don't you notice the disgusted glances when we walk into the Hall hand-in-hand, the murmurings of the crowd reaching your ears? Fags, fags, fags…traitors…

I'm bad for you, Potter. I'm a corrupting influence. If you're the light, then I'm the darkness that swallows it. Maybe you should just stay away from me. Go save the stupid universe, go be everybody's hero. Forget Malfoy. Let me fade away.

Why does everything have to be this way? I want to remain forever in our little world, disappear into the warm circle of your arms, listen to you breathing, and smell the dark, dusky scent of your hair.

I want to kiss you and make you gasp, feel your heart throbbing next to mine. To look into your emerald green eyes which sparkle with love and want and need. 

When we are together, there are no walls between us. Nobody's Malfoy and nobody's Potter. Nobody fucking cares.

When the war comes, I'll be on the other side. Not by choice, but by name. Shackled to obligations and broken promises. The name 'Malfoy' conjures up images of power and elegance. In reality, it means drudgery and grovelling. The legendary pride disappeared long ago. Ground to dust under Voldemort's heel.

Don't touch me, Potter. Don't look at me this way. Don't make it hard for me to leave.

I want you.

I need you.

I love you.

And maybe, that's all that really matters.

-fin-