Chapter two

All or nothing

After that night when we shared our first kiss I can still remember the soft touch of his hair and the warmth of his skin upon my own. I knew as soon as he deserted me that his boyfriend hadn't actually dumped him and my assumption was confirmed at breakfast the following day when I saw him hand in hand with Weasly.

I have to admit this is the only time in my spoilt life as a Malfoy that I have ever felt jealously, it shocked me immensely especially as it was towards that stupid weasel. It was Parkinson to notice my mood first and instead of her hanging off me as usual she steered well clear as if I might explode, which I was exceptionably pleased about who would want that blonde whore hanging of you al the time.

Night after night I'd take myself up to the astronomy tower hoping to find him there waiting for me however it has been a week now and I have had no luck in finding him there.

Every time I sit upon the windowsill waiting, I feel the urge to jump as if love's wings will slowly lift me up and fly me away, but I resist, knowing, that if I die I will never set eyes on my one true love again.

Harry it seems has blocked out the memory of our last encounter, refusing to admit what happened, although I refuse to believe that the memory doesn't taunt him every minute of the day and night.

I worry about him sometimes, he may be the boy-who-lived, but he seems to grow weaker every passing day, more and more cuts and bruises appear on him and I fear they might be from the hand of his so called boyfriend. I vaguely wonder how can any one claim to be his friend when they don't even notice the lack of food he seems not to consume and how frail his form becomes very time I set eyes upon him.

Once again I take my invisibility cloak and stroll determinedly to the astronomy tower. Unlike most nights I heard a noise almost like a soft cry, barely recognizable as what it was, before I reached my destination.

Hope flared up in my heart as it began to beat a little faster, could it be Harry waiting for me? Who ever the person was they had left the class room door ajar and through the gap I saw my love a silver dagger being dragged across his smooth skin by his own hand and small droplets of blood oozing down his perfectly tanned arm.

"Harry...NO." I cry bursting into the room unexpectedly, even for myself. The shock had caused the smaller boy to stab the dagger deeper into his arm making my angel whimper in pain.

I quickly take out my wand and heal the damage as best I possibly could no words escaping either one of our lips, the dagger left forgotten on the floor. It astounded me no end when this boy who had refused me only a week before, kissed me passionately with his full red lips.

"Draco." I heard him whisper against my own mouth.

I dare not say a word in case I ruin the moment between us, as in my heart I knew it would end the same way. However when the two of us withdrew from our embrace the Gryffindor before me stood his ground staring contentedly into my eyes and me into his before once again we were draw together, like magnetic attraction, my mind had gone blank now and I had lost all control over my hands which seemed to be wandering to place's they shouldn't be as were his.

"I'm sorry I left you." He said this so softly it broke my heart and I loved him even more, something I had never thought possible. My throat had gone completely dry and I could form no words not that would have wanted to if I could.

Instead I brushed my lips against his once more. The two of us finally parted long enough to move over to the windowsill and sit there as we had done the previous week.

"What about Weasly?" The first thing out of my mouth had to be about HIM, but I was curious as I had assumed that they were going out again, didn't just want to be his bit on the side I wanted all of him.

"I don't love him." His voice was so reassuring, I knew with my heart, body and soul that I could trust him his voice was mesmerising placing me in a sort of trance.

"Did he hurt you?" If the answer were yes I would no doubt find him and viscously murder Weasly with my bare hands. My eyes came to rest upon the silver dagger that my lover had discarded on the floor and my mind was coming up with a million ideas a minute on how to use it against the stupid muggle lover.

"Yes."

I knew it; no one could touch this angelic boy but me the red head would suffer. I wanted nothing more than to reassure Harry that no harm would ever come to him while we were together but it seemed he could read my mind, as soon as I opened my mouth to speak he spoke again.

"I know Draco you don't have to say it."

It was then I knew with all my heart that Harry was the person I was meant to be with for the rest of my life, he was my soul mate.

I loved him so much.

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