DISCLAIMER: I don't own Harry Potter or any of the other characters mentioned and I'm not making any money out of this. Only the plot is mine.

WARNING: This fan fic contains slash themes, which is male/male relationships. If you don't like it, don't read it.

Rated: R, not really worth it yet but I'm anticipating events to come ;)

Chapter 2

Malfoy was still staring at Harry, looking expectant. 'What am I doing? You know this isn't right.' Rain water trickled down the back of Harry's neck making him shudder involuntarily. Harry was confused as to why he was outside in the rain, looking at Malfoy like that. 'God, he's beautiful.'

"Is there something you want Potter?" Malfoy drawled, managing to look calm and composed whilst sitting in the mud in the middle of a thunderstorm. 'There's something that I want that I'll never be able to have.'

Harry didn't know what to do with himself. He'd been moody all day, stomping around the Gryffindor common room snapping at people. Ron and Hermione had come to just accept his bad moods these days, thinking that it was just the pressure of being the 'hero' getting to him. God, how he hated that label, almost as much as 'The Boy who Lived'. 'Wish I fucking hadn't lived, then I wouldn't be feeling like this.'

He hadn't even known that Malfoy would be out here, he'd just needed to get away from the suffocating atmosphere in the castle. He fidgeted uncomfortably, trying to think of something to say.

"Why are you out here?"

"Well if you must know, I was pondering on the meaning of life." said Malfoy sarcastically. "What the hell do you want?" He seemed irritated by the interruption, and Harry immediately regretted his decision to come and talk to the boy.

"I don't know." He muttered truthfully and turned to go. What else should he have expected from a Malfoy? He'd come across him, sitting in the mud, looking so calm and peaceful as he'd drank rain water. It had been a hot day and Harry had been feeling very frustrated. When he'd seen the blond Slytherin who was currently occupying so many of his thoughts, to be honest all of them, he hadn't been able to resist. What had he though he was going to say? 'I can't stop thinking about you. You've gotten under my skin and I just wish it would stop. Everything I do, everywhere I go, all I think about, is affected by you.' No.

"Look," said Malfoy tiredly, "you obviously have something on your mind so just spit it out."

'If only I could.' thought Harry desolately. He turned back and locked eyes with him again. He opened his mouth to speak, but for once, his courage failed him. 'I can't do it. I can't tell him. It wouldn't make any difference.' Harry panicked suddenly, turned stiffly and just walked away, mentally berating himself as he went. 'Stupid, stupid, stupid! What did you think you were doing?' He could hear Malfoy calling his name but he kept walking.

Harry was paying no attention to where he was going as he re-entered the school, which was why he walked into a soft but determinately solid obstruction which let out a surprised "Ooof!" Harry stepped back to see who he had walked into.

"Oh! Professor McGonagall! I'm so sorry!"

"It's OK Harry; I was looking for you anyway. Professor Dumbledore wishes to see you." McGonagall looked very serious and Harry took a deep breath as he nodded.

"Follow me please."

Harry followed his professor, dreading what news was awaiting him in Dumbledore's office.

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Draco was very confused now. He'd almost been able to taste the tension between himself and Potter, but it wasn't the normal tense atmosphere between them, which was bred from intense dislike. This had been different, very different.

He'd obviously wanted to say something before he'd walked off, I could see it in his eyes. At some point, a small voice in the back of his head began to wonder at what point Draco had become so sensitive to what was going on in Potter's head. This was a voice which Draco blatantly ignored and hoped would just go away. 'It was like he panicked and had to control himself not to simply run away from me screaming!' Draco had no idea what was going on, but he intended to find out.

Over the past few weeks an eerie calm had settled between himself and Potter. It was as though they had both grown tired of actively seeking each other out, merely to piss the hell out of each other. So what had he wanted?

'Oh this is silly' thought Draco, and promptly got up and followed the direction in which Potter had gone. 'He can't have gotten far, and I want to know what this is all about.' The whole situation was really creeping him out.

However, when Draco reached the main entrance, Potter was nowhere to be seen and he had no idea where he might have gone.

"Bugger." he muttered, feeling vaguely disappointed as he stomped off in the direction of the dungeons to take a shower.

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Draco dreams…

…Running, I'm running…Everything is perfect, completely perfect, until the shadows close in…

I'm sitting with Harry and he's looking at me with those eyes again. I open my mouth to speak and then remember that I can't. That way I'm not allowed to spoil a perfect moment. Darkness is surrounding us, and I can see the shapes in it that scare me, because I know what they are. The light engulfing us drives them away, and it's coming from Harry. I know as long as I keep looking in his eyes I'll be safe from them. I reach out to touch him, wanting to be secure in my safety with him. He pulls away from me, looking hurt that I tried to touch him. Slowly, he turns his eyes away from me, and I know that I'm doomed. The darkness claws at me, stretching out towards me. It touches me and it's like ice picks driving into my heart over and over. Oh God it hurts and Harry did this. Thick tendrils sneak around my body, I can't move, I let my head fall back and scream as I feel them wrap around my throat and strangle me…

…Running, I'm running…

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Harry sat at the window of his dormitory wiping away bitter angry tears. He'd managed to shake off Ron and Hermione; he wasn't ready to tell them this yet. He really should, they had as much right to be told as he had.

'He's dead…Voldemort…again.'

Slowly, he dragged himself to bed. His final thoughts as he drifted off to sleep should have been of Lupin, but strangely they were of Malfoy. It was comforting.

Harry dreams…

…Want this. Want you. Want you…Kill me softly with your arms around me…

…I feel Draco's hands on me, his hot breath on my skin. I open my eyes and he's all I can see, a bright shining light that overwhelms me. I can feel him all around me; inside me. Pushing and pulling at my heart. He covers me completely and I melt into him; trying to mould myself to him. I can never get close enough to him, there's always too much space between us. I try to breathe him in; consume him. He's pushing me harder and it's all I know. The world fades around us and there's only him. The feel of him, his smell, his breath, his eyes – smiling down at me, never wavering. I press my hands into his back, desperate to leave an imprint of myself on him so that he'll remember; so he'll come back. He's holding me now, running his fingers through my hair. He kisses my neck softly and I miss his warmth. Peace overwhelms me for the first time ever. I finally got what I wanted and he gave it to me. I was safe and warm and protected in him. He turns away then, laughing spitefully at my stupidity. Laughing and laughing at me as he turns his face away to kiss another. My tears are falling and I'm screaming but no sound comes out because he'll never know…

…Kill me softly with words and kisses…Overwhelm me, hold me, fill me…

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They both wake suddenly, rise quietly, dress and leave their dorms.

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It's gets in your skin,

Pulling gently at you till you scream.

You want to hit and punch and kill,

Just to get away from it.

It's like a poison and cure in one.

It's as though your heart gets ripped out

Then put back together again.

You don't know what to do with yourself.

This isn't meant to be for us.

It's only for the beautiful ones;

The only possible ones who could deserve to feel this way.

And the sadness kills you.

It's pain. It's torture.

It's never ending.

It's more than you can handle.

Too much emotion to cope.

You cry, but don't know why.

You smile secretly to yourself.

The depression hits when you realise,

That it will always be this way.

The pain. The torture.

All for nothing when you realise,

That your love is unrequited.

The self-hatred slowly builds.

The poison in your veins is love.

The ice in your heart is fear.

It won't let go of you now.

You're over your head and drowning.

Love will kill us all.

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