Sorry this took so long; I forgot I hadn't updated. Enjoy. SLASH.

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"We are like frost and fire, purity and corruption, love and lightning."

Three:

"Shhh! Someone's coming," you whisper to me.

"Well yes, eventually." I can't help it; I know how much you hate my crude humor. And I love to see you as sarcastic as you are now.

"I mean towards the room, you idiot! Don't be stupid."

I can't help it. I pout, "I thought you liked me stupid," I paused, "and quiet." If I do remember, you said it was easier when I just let you do what you want with me."

"Yes, but not nearly as fun."

There it was again, the Harry that only I get to see. I revel in this. This is all mine, no one else's. Not Weasley's or Granger's or anyone's, just mine. You tell me that I get possessive sometimes, that I almost give our secret away sometimes. I don't care. Mine.

We were never meant to be together. Never ever.ever. But what the hell did fate know? We were always too different. But as the saying goes, opposites attract. Now, I may not understand most Muggle theories, but I did spend a summer in Muggle high school when I was fourteen. Took those damned science classes. My aunt said they would come in handy, but I knew she just wanted me out of her house. Positive charges attract negative charges, but repel other positives.

You are the positive one, of course. And I - I was too negative for anyone else to deal with. But then you were always special, weren't you? We are like fire and frost, purity and corruption, love and lightning.

The whole thing made too much sense, except for the last thing. When my English teacher explained it, it made more sense, but I can't remember exactly what she said.

Something about love being like an all-consuming peace, while lust was like lightning - it was brief, fast, dangerous, and always unexpected. She had named a profound man who she said had uttered the words, but I have a feeling she made it up on the spot because she had no lesson plan.

Whatever the reason, I do believe that the quote was made for us. I told you this once and you laughed. You had said that I was going against my previous statement of fate hating our love, and I had to pick one before you would attempt to humor me. So I went back to the first - that fate never meant us to be together. But I still live by the second when you are not looking.

And as you throw your invisibility cloak over us seconds before Filch makes his rounds, I have to smile. The man looks in the room for all of seven seconds, and when he is gone, you have already pressed your lips to mine.

I love you like this. I love you, as only I know you. Fate has always hated me. But maybe, just maybe, it was beginning to feel sorry for me because of the family I was forced to have. Nothing worthwhile for a Malfoy my father made sure of that. And yet, I finally got mine. In the good way. I got you.

And when I kiss you, there is no Harry and there is no Draco, there is nothing, just love. And I am really beginning to think that lust is overrated.

Besides, I never really liked lightning in the first place.

~fini~

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