To be or not to be.

That night had been close to torture for Draco Malfoy. Lying on his back in his soft silk sheets all that plagued his mind were thoughts about a certain green eyed beauty.

"Ugh!!!!" Draco yelled and turned over stuffing his face in his pillow in frustration.

"Stupid Potter." Came his muffled tone.

Then an image of Potter popped in his head. Potter with a sexy smirkPotter with a sexy smirk and ruffled hairPotter with ruffled hair and a sexy smirk on his bed. Naked.

"Ugh!!!!" he said again shifting back to his previous position facing the dark green canopy of his bed. "Stop it Malfoy. Stop it. Pull yourself together. Do you want another problem down there? 'Cuz if u get one your gonna have to live with it for the rest of the night cuz there is no way I'm jerking off to thoughts of Fucking Bloody Potter AND IM FUCKING TALKING TO MYSELF ABOUT FUCKING AROUSALS AND IM so dead" he said covering his face. "Stupid Potter, it's all his fault with his sexy hair and ruffled smirk. I mean other way around. Goddam you Potter look at what you've done to me. Not only do I sound like a bleeding girl but I've become a blubbering fool like fucking Longbottom."

Suddenly Draco sat up and stared at the window, which showed part of the outside world.

"This is going to be a long long night."



Next morning Draco Malfoy stormed into to the Great Hall for breakfast, a confident smirk firmly in place. He showed no sign of having gone through a sleepless night because a certain Gryffindor refused to leave his subconscious mind alone. It was now Wednesday and there were two days left till the party yet Draco still wasn't sure whether he was going or not. Sure he had told himself he was going before but now he was just confused. No far worse than confused more like lost. No far worse than that, he felt like he was a candy wrapper trapped in a breezewind...more like Hurricane.

Draco rolled his eyes in frustration towards his extremely idiotic thoughts as he settle himself beside Blaise completely forgetting about the bathroom scene that took place yesterday.

"Blaise," he said uncaringly, "I think I'm going crazy."

"That's wonderful Draco." Blaise said giving an automatic answer as if he was lost somewhere.

Draco looked up, annoyance seeping through his veins. He looked at his friend who was staring off somewhere. Frustrated since his nerves had already been pulled to an extremely long long long length due to his thoughts of his sexy Potter with his smirk and ruffled hair, Draco felt he would soon snap. Rolling his eyes he smacked his best friend on the back of his head. Blaise yelped in surprise and turned to look at his blonde friend.

"How dare you give me, Draco Malfoy, an automatic answer?" he said his eyes flashing.

Blaise whereas rubbed his abuse head and stared indignantly at Draco.

"Sorry Drake I'm just preoccupied with something and thought you'd just except the answer and leave me alone."

"Well I would have, if you would have picked a better answer. Since when is anything is say wonderful anyway?"

" I donno" replied Blaise rubbing his eyes warily. "Just leave alone please. I haven't slept all night."

That was the difference between Draco Malfoy and all the other people of the world. No matter what plagued his mind, or how much hurt he was or how much he had rolled about in bed the previous night Draco Malfoy never showed his emotions or weaknesses as he called them. Except for of course for anger, which was an exception and crept onto Draco's strong and beautiful features more than anything. This is why he was stronger than others for when against an opponent his nemesis would never be able to read him where as Draco would read the latter like an open book

Draco went back to his breakfast when suddenly something struck him. He looked up to a sight of Blaise Zabini staring off again. This time the blonde followed his gaze all the way to the Gryffindor table to reside on Harry Potter and then Draco understood. But something caught him off guard however. He had expected the Gryffindor to be broken because of the happenings of yesterday. However, that was not at all the case. Harry was smiling and laughing full-heartedly with his friends. Yet Draco didn't fail to notice that the Boy-who-lived kept shooting Blaise side-glances. This angered Draco slightly, wondering why the hell he would give a shit about Zabini now. Feeling some sort of evilness flowing through his veins he felt the need to ruin his best friend's mood even more.

"So Zabini, I hear you and Potter have been shagging of late."

This jogged Blaise out of his trance. Shocked he looked at Malfoy.

"Who told you?" he said panic easily making its way into his voice.

"I have my sources." Draco responded coolly, hiding his anger behind his mask.

"Shit." Blaise hissed. "How many people know? Harry's gonna kill me." He said the last bit into his hands in which he buried his face.

"Harry?!?!?" Draco asked shocked. "Since when are you two on first name basis."

Draco felt a wave of De jaw vu. (sp?).

"Since we started going out." Blaise answered calmly even though he looked like he was about to faint.

Draco was suddenly struck by how much his friend really like Harry. 'I mean c'mon' said his thoughts. 'He looks absolutely broken.'

'Do something' said his good side.

'Fuck no!!' said his evil side, which had now become his new favorite. 'You want Harry, don't you? Then fight for him. Don't give him to the enemy.'

'Enemy?' retorted his good side finding a new vindictiveness. 'That's your best friend that is. You've known him since you were eight.'

'So?' said his evil side. 'He'll get over it. Maybe he'll cry a couple of times but oh well. Besides you have to get Potter and now is your chance. Tell him something.'

'What' he asked himself.

'Tell him to lay off Potter.' Said his good side. 'But in a nice gentle way.'

'Hell NO' came the evil side's voice. 'Tell him your gonna kill him for touching YOUR Harry.'

'But--'

"Are you just gonna stare at me like that all through Breakfast?" His best friend questioned. "The least you could do is help me or console me you asshole."

"Hell no Zabini this is your problem not mine." And with that Malfoy got up and walked out of the Great Hall. However, he didn't fail to notice green-eyes following him all the way out. He smirked in triumph and walked toward the dungeons now positive that he would e attending the party.

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