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I personally have no idea what I'm going to write next but I'm starting to think that this might be the last chappie (I hope cos I tend to go on forever with my fics LOL)

Its gunna be a bit rushed so my apologies for it .

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Title- The Desire to Love

Chapter 4

Perfect

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I would just like to take the time to say that I am perfect.

So perfect in fact that I had to get my sorry ass caught by Potter, I mean, I knew he had an invisibility cloak but what was the chances that he was going to bring it with him to dinner of all places????

Just for the record, if worst comes to worst, I will cast a spell on him…. I can't risk my intentions being uncovered by him, but (there is a but) I could try and worm some information out of the Four eyes the old fashion way.

"Well Malfoy??" said Potter, I practically jumped when he said that, I forgot that he was even there in the first place since my thoughts were swimming about getting out of the situation.

Oh right, I'm meant to come up with some sort of response.

"Eat my shorts"

I would just like to take the time to say that I wish I had a rock to crawl under… exactly where did THAT come from??

I'll answer that myself, my untrained mouth that decided it would have a life of its own, bad mouth.

Potter has a bewildered look on his face.

It definitely suits him and it also looks as if he can't respond… even better.

Now would be the best time to escape and escape I did (or tried to), I literally ran straight into him and a word of advice, this is only recommended for desperate situations.

Unfortunately for me, he seemed to have anticipated it and stood his ground, which made us both topple over.

How I get myself into these sorts of situations is beyond my imagination.

So now here I am, on top of Potter- who doesn't seem to be struggling about like most people would- in an awkward position, trying to get up unsuccessfully.

When I finally manage to disentangle myself (very rapidly as this is still a plan of escape) I shoot up and bolt down the hallway, I'm sure that this is it and Potter would have gotten the idea and left me alone but noooo….

I ran about 0.1 of an inch before getting ankle-tackled by that miscreant, and believe me, it HURTS!

Lucky I had arms to protect my head otherwise I would have a galleon sized lump right above my left eye, I have to add the new bruise on my elbow in my journal along with the one (I think it might be two) made by that damn Irish boy.

Remind me never to crawl under a house table ever again… very dangerous business.

"Malfoy, you didn't answer my question" I hear the breathy pant of Potters voice splutter.

Honestly, can't the dude get the idea of the word 'escape'

That's it. My lips are sealed, he can't get ANYTHING out of me. I'm not going to say anything from this moment on.

"Shut up four eyes"

Alright, from THIS moment on.

"Wasn't that quote from 'The simpsons?'" says Potter with that look of incredulity plastered across his face.

I need a camera someone! A camera!!!

My lips are still sealed, damn Gryffindor is such a dodo.

My favourite bird is a dodo.

I want to scream.

"Malfoy"

Lips cannot be kept unsealed………. Crap.

"Alright, Alright!! I wanted to get you to tell Granger whatever it was that you were so uptight about! My purpose was because I wanted to write a book on you, that went down the drain, I didn't eat dinner and I'm feeling really annoyed, I DON'T wear shiny stilettos, and I hate dogs, cakes and condoms from this moment onwards!! Are you happy now Mr scarhead????"

And first prize for the fastest and worst explanation ever goes to- ME

Where's that damn rock??

I do think that Potter will be fixed with that look for eternity, a part of me feels sorry for him and another part mocks him to hell.

I feel as if I have made an absolute fool of myself, and my attempts of escaping now would be 1 in a million. And a word of wisdom, I am definitely not that 1.

Reasons being?

I have lost the ability to run Potter looks like he is about to say something but also looks constipated Potter also has his hand permanently stuck to my ankle therefore I cannot move even if I tried.

"What in Merlin's name are you talking about??" says Potter in an I-am-trying-to-stay-calm voice, his grip on my foot has (if it is possible as my circulation has probably stopped already) gone a considerable amount tighter.

I hang my head in shame (or should I say pain?) and try hard to find the words to say what I've always wanted to say…. But alas, the words don't come.

"Malfoy… did you just say that you don't wear shiny stilettos?" I look at the Gryffindor as if he were mad, is THAT what he was going all gaga about?

Well even if I wanted to comment on that sentence I wasn't able to because the damn four eyes had to go and ask a billion other questions that were making my head rather dizzy.

"Can you please SHUT UP for one minute???" I said in that oh-so-arrogant voice of mine, I actually got the chance to get a word in edgewise…. Stupid Gryffindor and his abnormally large mouth………… which looks so kissable right now all half open and hanging on a quarter sentence.

If I was a Gryffindor I would gain up the courage to do what I've been thinking of doing all these years but as I am not… I do the next best thing.

I run.

And this time I make it out of there without Potter chasing after me, instead, I leave him on the stone floor staring after me as if I am some escaped prisoner.

I guess in a way, I am.

By the time I get to my dormitory I am out of breath and find that I am still hungry, however, my main objective was to get away from that boy before I do something I regret…. Or not regret.

I technically didn't mean to push the door off its hinges as I burst into the room (honestly, I didn't even know I had the strength in me) though I was determined to get Potter out of my mind.

And there was only one way to do that.

I scrambled as gracefully as I could under my bed where I kept my stash of pot and grabbed the clear bag with the green grassy substance as its contents.

"Draco… exactly what do you think you are doing?" a familiar girly voice said from the door frame.

I hate low beds.

I rubbed the top of my head gingerly as I got over the fright of Pansy's voice startling me back into reality.

"I- was just going for a walk" I think I should make a book on me and my lamest excuses, Pansy is looking at me weirdly and then her eyes drift down to the bag of marijuana which I tried to hide very badly in the folds of my robes.

"I… … see" she says crossing her arms and leaning against the door frame, the hinges left on the door crumple and fall off as Pansy's eyebrow raises up.

Oh great, now she has me in one of those awkward silences where I have to explain myself in twenty seconds….. must get out of here as soon as possible.

"Wellmustgonowbeforediehorribledeath-NeedgetGoyleCrabbedosome…" I didn't know what I was babbling but as long as I spoke really fast as I walk away, the damn Slytherin girl would leave me alone.

As I make it to the end of the corridor I hear Pansy say "Potter kissed me"

I immediately whirl around and although my mind tells me not to speak, my mouth does otherwise "WHAT??"

My eyes meet Pansy's doubled over figure, stupid dog was playing with my mind all this time! She has got to get a new sense of humour because frankly, that was not funny…

I ran with all my might to the front entrance of the castle, avoiding people that had just finished dinner and were heading up to their common rooms.

Most of them ignored me, yet I knew they were ready to backstab as soon as I was out of earshot, being Potters archenemy had its downfalls.

I don't understand how everything tends to revolve back to Potter, it was just so…..weird

My feet carried me all the way to the quidditch pitch where I sat on that familiar patch of grass which seemed to have my name printed all over it, no one ever sat there mainly because I hexed it so that if they did, they would have a very embarrassing message plastered on their ass, forehead and other unmentionables.

I flopped down and regained my breath within a matter of three minutes.

The sky was dark velvet blue that night, sparkled with the colour of the stars and the presence of the moon lit up the quidditch pitch.

I took my time to roll up a joint and as I lit it and took a long drag, my thoughts were back at Potter.

Curse that soul for even living in my lifetime and making me miserable in ALL sorts of ways.

I knew that students weren't meant to be out at this time of night, but I reckon there is a loop-hole when it comes to students over the age of 15 as I see many lovebirds scurrying off to their secret places to snog/shag/do their thing with each other.

Keeping in mind the fact that not all of them are girl/boy…….. a majority of Hogwarts are homosexuals, something  I find that rather disturbing.

Not that I am saying anything about my preferences.

I take another drag of the joint and almost gag.

It was only until just recently that I took up smoking, a rather disgusting muggle habit but I found out that it was quite soothing and help calm my nerves down a bit.

I blow a smoke ring and watch as it slowly engulf the moon image above.

A rustling of wings causes me to turn around and duck as my eagle owl flies dangerously close to my head.

"You trying to kill me as I enjoy my joint huh?" I say playfully to him as he lands elegantly next to me, he has an envelope tied to his leg and he extends it for me to undo.

I, of course, do but as my hands are preoccupied undoing the wretched bounds, my owl decides that he would have a little 'fun' and chew my joint to bits.

He obviously know that smoking is bad for me but REALLY?? Joints are hard to roll!

"Oi! Stop it!" I snatch the remains of my joint from his beak and he smirks (honestly, how does he do that??) and flies off.

My name is written in silver ink on the front of the envelope but there is no return name or address, I study the external area of the envelope as I roll another joint.

There didn't seem like there was anything wrong with it but you can never be to careful, I took out my wand and mutter every counter curse and anti-hexing spell I knew at it, but it seemed quite safe to open.

I heard a few snickers but I supposed that it was the Ravenclaw/Hufflepuff getting it on with each other in the stands.

I tore open the top of the envelope and pulled out the parchment within.

I recognised the style of writing immediately, it was almost identical to mine but it had a different context to it… and apart from the fact that it was Potter's writing.

This is what it said:

What it was like to observe Draco Malfoy for a week.- by Harry Potter

Although I have observed the boy for more than half my life, I found it interesting to see another side to him which I hadn't been able to figure out if I was just merely observing without a cause.

There are little things which people rarely notice about a person, and there are the big things. One rather major asset to Draco Malfoy is his emotions, but there are those which he doesn't express about himself unless in the presence of himself or a fellow Slytherin.

He seldom makes uncivilized comments to people these days and keeps to himself, as it is noticed when he sits alone at his house table. What he thinks about is beyond anyone's ability to find out unless there was a spell invented to read others minds.

His life seems to have an odd twist to it as he hasn't been 'out and about', he also seems to be keeping a watchful eye out for a certain someone but that has yet to be uncovered.

The grey eyes insist that he is hiding something, for I have read books upon such a wonder.. it isn't often you come across a person with blue grey eyes whom expresses their feelings out-right.

Draco Malfoy is one of these people with such eyes and with such emotional status, I found that the more I observed, the more I grew to like the boy for who he was and soon found that this liking wasn't where it stopped.

I found the thing I desired most at the time I was watching him was in fact… Draco Malfoy himself.

I stopped reading at that point even though there was another two pages to go full of that untidy scrawl.

Another long puff of my joint and I folded the letter up and pocketed it.

Something about the little paragraph that I read intrigued me, I had felt exactly the same way.

Just how long had Potter watched me and had I not known about it? I know the parchment said a week but it also said 'Although I have observed the boy for half my life'

I almost (well actually I did) choked when I heard a whisper in my ear, a very familiar voice that I could recognise within a mile of anything.

"Aren't you going to read the rest?"

It was Potter and his damn invisibility cloak.

"Don't you know that it's rude to read over people's shoulders?" not to mention being invisible and scaring the living daylights out of me but I wasn't about to admit that to the green eyed menace.

I felt him sit behind me with his legs beside me, so literally, I was between Potters legs……. This was in fact a pretty comfortable place to be despite the bizarreness of  it all.

"Don't you know that it is illegal to smoke for underage people, muggle or not? Not to mention the fact that it's pot?" He was starting to irritate me but the irritation was thrown right out the window when he rested his head on my shoulder.

Okay, normally, I would have thrown him off me instantly but as this somehow felt too right to make it wrong.

"When are you going to stop answering back with questions?" I sigh leaning back into the touch.

"Whenever you decide to do so too" I feel the small stub of a joint being plucked from my fingers and brought up to the air behind me. I see the orange light at the end become brighter as Potter takes its last drag and slowly exhales the smoke ring. The floating stub is flicked away onto the grassy slope.

"I didn't know you smoked as well" and honestly, I'm pretty surprised at this, who would've thought the Golden Gryffindor boy would do such a thing, especially with that Mudblood Granger and Red-head Weasly breathing down his back.

"You never asked" the small chuckle behind me said.

After a bit of silence (and when Potter had removed his invisibility cloak) he said in a barely audible whisper "I think I've accidentally fallen for the last person I knew I could fall for"

I smiled, not smirked, an actual smile as he said these words because deep down inside, I had done exactly the same thing.

I knew that the years ahead would be rough, but it was this day that Potter, no Harry, had promised that he would be right there with me.

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argh corny beyond the corniest of corny .

I couldn't find a proper way to end this so I had to end it in the worst way ever LOL

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