Harry pushed the thoughts from his last years of Hogwarts from his mind. So many things had happened the last few years that he would rather forget.

He dug through the shoebox he kept in his closet containing the letters from his friends, the small mementos that he had collected over the years and the love letters he recieved from the one person he loved more than anything.

Draco Malfoy.

Thing had gotten different between them the last few years, those two began meeting secretly just to talk at first, and then, the two started going to Hogsmeade together hiding in rather dark, musty shops to stay away from friends and their prying eyes. Ron and Hermione had been none the wiser and this pleased Harry, this pleased him to know that he could actually hang with a mortal enemy right under his friends noses.

Harry thought this had been nothing more than mortal enemies coming together as friends. Draco had talked about his home life, the horrible things that happened, the dark meetings that were held every so often with Voldemort appearing at each, either alone or with a helper. He then recalled the night when his father had escaped from jail. Voldemort and several of his loyal supporters showed up and and a very loud rowdy party had followed ending with plans to destroy Harry.

Now you might think that he should have been worried, and he was. I mean, this was Draco Malfoy, the boy of a Death Eater. A boy that tried to do him in several times by jinxing or lying, but now, Harry didn't see the same things in his eyes as all the other times. There was something else there, something that Harry never thought you would be capable of seeing in those icy eyes. Love.

The Valentine's Day during their sixth year, Harry had recieved a box of chocolate with a card, complete with Dracos proper handwriting, although his name wasn't signed, he couldn't mistake his handwriting for someone elses. During breakfast, Draco looked at him nervously and looked away when Harry chose to look at him. During the morning post, he receieved another letter with the same prestigous handwriting requesting his presence at the Astronomy Tower that night around 11. Harry went only to find a very nervous Draco who was about to faint when he heard the door open.

From that night on, the two began dating. They were still mean to eachother in class, trying to keep worried friends from finding out about their relationship, but the intensity of their verbal attacks had decreased and Hermione and Ron were getting suspcious.

Everything went great, after their sixth year, Draco and Harry wrote love letters to eachother over the summer, and Harry kept each of those. During the seventh year, their relationship continued until the Christmas holidays when Draco didn't show up after break. When he did return, he was battered and bruised, a letter announcing their breakup reached his dorm by that evening.

That was it, it was over. His father had found out and punished him. His perfect angel was broken, and it was all his fault. It was OVER. He told himself this over and over again at night, most nights he cried himself to sleep. Draco was the only thing he lived for now. He didn't want to be The Boy Who Lived anymore. Let someone else have the damn job. He just wanted to be loved and to love in return, and now Voldemort and his followers had taken that from him as well.

He shoved everything back into the box after lovingly looking at the first letter Draco had ever sent him. He sighed, a single tear flowing down his cheek,"I will kill you Voldemort, if it is the last thing I do."