So he has found me, in the darkest of places that I wander. No, the second darkest he could reach me; no one could ever reach me here in the sanctuary of my mind. But he, Draco Everen Malfoy, has cornered me in one of my best hiding spots. The first thought that runs through my head is that he knows. I knew that someone would discover me sooner than never. Yet he doesn't know....He doesn't know my secret.

He can't know that I, Harry James Potter, have discovered my sexuality in my times of reflections. In all the time I have spent silent, I have been listening. All the time my friends think I was blind to the world, I am watching. I have seen everyone, male and female, as they live. I have watched their habits, their quirks of each gender and analysed my reactions to each. I know whom I find attractive.

I love the curves of a human body. I crave to touch a naked hip with my own. I long to have someone rest their head on my shoulder. I am nearly brought to fainting when I watch Hermione and Ron kiss. How she touches him so gentlely and gracefully and how he is so rough and clumsy. I love them both, and am happy for them. Watching them has helped me so greatly.

Draco doesn't know my conclusion, he couldn't know my conclusion. Yes, I am safe inside my head; Safe where no one can get me.

Right?

Harry, my pet, my time has now come. The clock has ticked it's last second and the last grain of sand has fallen. Now, my sweet, you are mine. I have cornered my prey. Harry, darling, I know. I know how much we have in common, and its the last thing you want. You dont want me to know, but I do. You pray, my sweet, that I am clueless, but I know. I am the last person who you think could, would, or should know, but I do. Harry you would hate me for it.

Am I right?

"Harry, do you mind if I refrain from childish referance to surnames?" Draco drawled, take a couple steps toward Harry. Harry retreated slowly, shuffleing a foot backwards then the next, carefully intune with Draco's progressing.