Disclaimer- I don't own HP. Please don't sue me! I'm not any richer now then I was when I wrote the first one. Not that that was a lot to begin with.

A/N- All done!

Harry and I sit together outside, by the lake, still. He's staring up at the sky and I'm staring at the water. I've got my legs pulled to my chest and I'm hugging them. I feel like a little child, but it's okay. I deserve to be little, just once.

Harry turns to me. "Talk to me."

I look at him, then to the sky he was looking at before. "When I was little, I used to dream. I don't dream now. I have nightmares. But when I was little, I had this one dream, and I had it over and over. It was me and my father, at a carnival. He was carrying me on his shoulder, and laughing. I was laughing with him and holding a Chocolate Frog that had started to melt and drip into his hair. That's why we were laughing."

I could see him start a bit, probably incapable of picturing my father that way.

"I knew it was a dream, because in life, he hated carnivals and chocolate, and if I had ever gotten anything on him, he would've punished me, not laugh."

I stop talking and look away from the sky.

My name's Draco Malfoy.

I want to die, but this person next to me… He doesn't want me to. I can't understand it. He's supposed to hate me, and I'm supposed to hate him. Why isn't anything working right?

I tried to kill myself, but he stopped me. He hasn't given me a reason why, but I'll get it out of him.

And now, we're sitting outside, at the lake, talking. Really talking, having a conversation, not insulting ach other.

I shake myself out of the little mood I've gone in and stare at Harry. "Now you talk. Tell me why you don't want me to kill myself."

Harry looks away, a faint blush on his cheeks. "It's a personal thing. Maybe… I'll tell you later."

I don't answer, instead, I let myself drop onto the grass, not caring that I would have grass stains on the back of my cloak. I stare up at the sky, but not by choice. It's really the only thing to look at, lying on my back like this.

"You know… I'm tired of fighting too. I'm tired of trading insults with you and your friends. How 'bout we stop?"

I can only se Harry's profile from where I am, but I can see him smile. "All right. Friends then?"

I smile too. "No. I might be tired of fighting you, but I didn't say anything about being friends with you."

He keeps smiling. "I thought so."

I get up then and stretch. I brush away the back of my cloak, feeling ht little grass pieces fall. I turned to Harry, who's still sitting down, watching me with that smile. And on impulse, I lean down and kiss him. He doesn't seem surprised, only catches my face with his hands and kisses me back, harder, faster.

I let go of him and stand back up. I know I'm panting slightly, but it's okay, because he is too. I can see it in his eyes, wanting and longing and regret and a lot of things I don't know. And that's okay too, because it's in my eyes too.

I smile one last time and walk away. He doesn't stop me this time.

No, I don't want to be friends with him. Friends… that's personal, intimate. I can't do friends; I'm not someone who supposed to have friends. But, lovers… Lovers I can do. Fucking is impersonal, it's just fucking, then you're done and out.

I have to hide my heart, because I know I'll fall for him. I can't do that either. I know I'll end up hurting him. And I'm not cruel like that. I can be though.

But you know…. Even with all this, I'm still tired. I'm still waiting. Waiting for what? A time and place I can die. And this time, there'll be no Harry Potter to stop me.

I hope he's not too terribly disappointed.

This didn't come out the way I planned, but it still came out pretty good. I'm happy with it.