He paced around the common room. He couldn't think about quidditch, he couldn't think about the holidays creeping up on him. He couldn't think about anything but her. The girl who he had hated, the one who he had called mudblood. The one... that after six years of pain, hatred, venomous looks, detentions, and teasing... he loved...

But why do I love her?? He asked himself over and over. She was... well... a... mudblood...

He banged his head against the wall several times... He just kept thinking of her...

How he held her in his arms the night of the ball. Their first kiss. How her hair smelt. How her eyes sparkled. How her dress clung to ehr nice body... How she looked at him, and for once he saw... what was it... passion? Love? No.. She couldn't love him... He was dark, his heart pitted in evil.

Yet... she brought out a goodness in him he never knew was there. He used to be happy that he would be the Dark Lords heir. Now he hated to thought... He couldn't bear it if she.. hated him again... if she thought that becasue his father was a death eater that he was one too... It would tear him apart.

He wanted to please her. To make her smile, and laugh. He wanted to make her happy. But his father... He would kill him... His mother would be kind. She would hug him and say what ever you think is the best for you dearest.

NO!!! he couldn't bear it if he had to loose her. If his father ever found out.. they would be ripped apart.. She would probably be killed...

His mind flashed through the last six years. The fights, the name calling, the hardship. He wanted to take it all back... He wanted to tell her he was so sorry for all he did to her in the past years...

NO!!! I can't let her get to me... His insides screamed. She is just a girl.... There are others out there for me.... He thought.... I'll find another girl... I'll find someone else... He fought with himself for hours in this fasion. He battered himself. He ripped his hair out, he cried, he tore papers. He ripped a pillow in half in a fit of rage.

Why does she have this effect on me?? he thought in fear. It's like she hasme wrapped around ehr finger. He tried to think of a life without her, but he was unsuccessful.

He loved her, he would never ever let her go.. if he had to he would die for her... He didn;t care if his father whipped him. If thats what it cost to see her happy and alive then so be it...

He would tell his father over break...

As he walked out to the feast, the words 'I love her' kept running through his mind.