A/n a couple of naughty words in this,tut tut.(please ignore me i think my friend has slipped me something)

So we're out, we're proud, and it's going about as smoothly as Harry's hair.

Well I suppose it's my friends more than his, they don't want to accept the fact that I'm in love with a boy, moreover a Gryffindor.

Crabbe is being very icy towards me; probably because of the amount of times I told him I wasn't gay so he would stop flirting with me. So is Blaise, but maybe that's because when he said he'd got off with pansy I told him that Parkinson would go with anything that had eyes, and that once I actually caught her snogging Snape after class. Ok I made the last bit up to see his face, but she's such a slut he needs to be informed.

Where was I? Oh yeah, my tangled love life. So, we told our close friends, and of course in under an hour the whole school knew.

I was quite anxious, but I don't give a shit anymore, I mean I have Harry and that's all that matters right? Yes, that's right.

Unfortunately, now some of the fun and excitement is gone. No more creeping around late at night, no more sneaking off to visit eachother in lessons, no more sneaky glances and winks across the great hall. Not now with everyone asking and watching anyway.

It's sort of a hollow victory. We don't have to sneak and lie, but now everyone hates me (well more than they did) and it's not very easy to be discreet.

I wonder if we'll last? If we do it'll probably be a miracle. Firstly there's Voldemort, then there's our friends and family, and then there's just the possibility that we weren't meant to be. 'Go away you horrible thought!' I think angrily.

Getting up off my bed and leaving the deserted dormitory, I turn my thoughts to happier subjects, like marriage and a quiet life in the country. I smile at my ridiculous thoughts. Our life's never going to be quiet, Voldemort will make sure of that, either he'll kill Harry, or Harry will kill him and reporters will follow us everywhere.

Sighing dejectedly, I traipse into the great hall for dinner.

I've spent all day locked in the dormitory alone, so I receive angry glares all round as I seat myself at the end of the table, and people immediately move along to get away.

Sighing again I help myself to roast chicken and sullenly prod it with my fork.

'I'm a lot like this chicken.' I think unhappily, 'I'm pale and pasty skinned, everyone wants to stab me or murder me, I'm lonely and surrounded by people who cluck and glare at me and I'm scared of what's going to happen to me in the future.' by now I'm getting angry at what my existence has become. 'I've had enough of this, I've had enough of these losers looking at me as if I'm shit on their shoes, no more!' I decide and stand up quickly.

'I've had enough of you fucking arseholes looking down your noses at me, you're all just a bunch of jealous retards who cant handle the fact that I'm fucking Harry potter!' I yell at the people in the hall who all fall silent. 'Well I'm not taking it anymore! Do you hear me? NO MORE! I'm not going to stand for you all looking at me as if I'm shit on your fucking shoes! DO YOU UNDERSTAND? There was a time when you all used to fear me, run and cower from me! When the words Draco Malfoy plucked a chord of fear in your cold hearts. And you'd better remember that if you want to stay curse free! Fucking bastards!'I finish and storm out of the room throwing my plate on the floor so it smashes upon contact with the hard stone.

I run through the entrance hall and out into the empty grounds. I head straight for the tree where Harry and I spent that afternoon together 2 weeks ago. I curl up at the trunk and begin to sob.

I glance at Ron and Hermione after witnessing Draco's mental breakdown.

Their faces reflect everyone else's in the hall. Terrified. They stare at me as if to say 'go sort him out'

After feeling everyone's eyes burning into me, I scurry out into the entrance hall and out into the grounds.

The eerie silence is broken by muffled sobs off to my left.

I find the frightened blond in a ball by the large oak tree. As I kneel beside him he looks up, his bloodshot, silver eyes pierce my caring green.

'You must think I'm a right loser' he sniffs; I put my arms round him and try to comfort him. 'Of course I don't! I love you, but I don't know what that was about.' I murmur gently, he leans into me, the odd tear trickling down his porcelain cheek.

'I'm just fed up of them all glaring at me and ignoring me and I just want them to stop.' he moans, I smile and he notices, a frown creeping across his face.

'How do you think I felt? All those years with people staring and gawping at my forehead as if I was some freak show, and then when I've lost hundreds of points in one night.' I say pointedly, Draco was the reason Gryffindor lost the vast amount of points in their first year. He chuckles at that memory.

' I guess I'm being stupid' he mutters and pulls himself up.

'No you're not, I've felt like that before now. But you know people will think you've gone over the edge now?' I ask, he smiles and stands up looking down at me.

He offers his hand to help me up and we walk around the forest until darkness falls around us.

We make our way back to the castle and then go our separate ways.

Lying in bed I stare at the canopy above me, thinking about Draco. I feel sorry for him, he doesn't deserve to be laughed at, but what can I do? I think to myself.

I mull everything over in my mind and finally drift off at about two in the morning.

My dreams are plagued with angry chickens and sobbing trees, also thrown into the mix is Malfoy's eagle owl telling me 'help me! I cant take it much longer, I'm not used to it.' I reach out to comfort it but it disappears and I wake up in the pitch-black dormitory.