I think I've lost my legs.

Not literally obviously, but I can't walk. I think I'm in shock.

I don't know why, I knew it was coming, but I didn't know it would be so soon.

Let me explain, I've just left Dumbledore's office and he's informed me that he's located and destroyed the final horcrux. I know what that means; it's time for the final showdown with Voldemort.

I don't know how I expected to feel, but it's just so unreal. Dumbledore says we have to act quickly, within the next three weeks, so that means loads of practising and studying all day everyday.

It means something else too. I knew I would have to eventually, if not now but in the future, but I don't want to. I can't imagine what life will be life when I do it. 'No distractions' that's what Dumbledore said, looking down his crooked nose, in his soft, gentle, omniscient voice. So I have to do it. I have to stop seeing Draco.

I can't bear to think of the look on his poor, porcelain face. I just hope he knows it's for the best. For his own safety. For the wizarding world.

So if I have three weeks, I'll see and do him one more time, and then end it.

I really hope he'll forgive me in time.

Back in the common room with Ron and Hermione, I'm only half listening to their discussion about how I'm going to defeat Voldemort heroically. My mind is somewhere between Draco's boxers and the animal that inhabits them.

I think something in my own underpants is stirring so I run from the common room after hurried goodbyes and manage to get into bed without anyone seeing the tenting of my robes.

'Urgent' message from Harry just arrived, 'must see you, tonight 10.30 by the lake.'

Great, what is this all about? I must have done something to piss him off, the writing's all untidy so he must have been shaking.

Oh well, I don't think he'll yell at me, he better not anyway.

So now I must wait for time to tick on, perfect, a whole day with Pansy and Blaise. Crabbe and Goyle have decided to leave me alone for a while, I know their game, after the last 16 years it's not hard to notice when they fancy someone, let alone each other.

By the lake, watching Pansy's big fat gob open and close going on about god knows what, probably her wedding to Blaise. Blaise looks like he's in a coma, better nudge him, I'm not suffering alone. Oh that's nice, I pinch him and he punches me in the face, bastard, I'll get him; I know his secret. Hehehe blackmail! I know what happened two weeks ago after about seven fire whiskeys, involving him, Crabbe, Goyle, a bed and some handcuffs.

Oh here we go, subtlety never was Pansy's strong point, 'and Draco can be your best man, darling'

Oh yes pansy, of course I will, its not like I've been asked and have a choice, but of course I'd be honoured Pansy! I could always make a memorable best man speech though.

'Look, Pans, I'm gonna go back to the castle, I'm a little tired. I wouldn't want bags under my perfect eyes would I?' I smirk and leave the two 'love birds' alone.

I am actually quite tired, just a little nap then.

Shit! Its 7.45, I've got 15 minutes to have my dinner, must run, no that would ruin my hair, must hurry up to the great hall now.

I eat almost alone, by now nearly everyone has eaten so I'm spared the glances from those losers who seem to believe I'm a television programme.

This food taste crap, I bet it's that useless house-elf Dobby's fault, he always was a shit cook, but he was good at tidying my bedroom.

Oh well, back to that boring common room for another two hours of Pansy's relentless cooing of Blaise and telling us how she's going to have the perfect fairytale wedding. I must resist the urge to ask her if she's going to be the big ugly troll who scares off all the guests.

Here we go, 'Draco! Draco! Come sit with us were talking about what were going to wear at the wedding!'

By the looks on their faces, Pansy was the only one talking.

Blaise was comatose once more, Goyle had his hand down Crabbe's trousers, and Crabbe was giving Goyle a massage with his feet, shaking with pleasure from what Goyle was doing. I dump myself on the chair facing them and lay back ready for the torture to begin.

Nod, nod, smile, nod, nod, and laugh. Oh god she is so BORING!

After three months, sorry an hour and a half, I leave to get ready.

Right then, deep green silk shirt, wow that's the same colour of Harry's eyes, I've never noticed that before! Anyway, tight fitting, dark, jeans, and my best silk cloak. Hmm, maybe he'll fuck me as soon as he sees me because I look so hot.

Smiling, I get dressed and begin the fifteen-minute task of doing my hair.

Time to go, right now very quietly so that no one… 'Draco? Where are you going I thought you were going to bed?' SHIT! The fucking troll has caught me.

Maybe if I just ignore her she'll go away. No, she's blocked my path, well there's only one thing left to do. 'Move out the way you fat, ugly, hideous, fucking troll!' I yell and throw her across the room out of my way.

Striding out the room, I make my way up to the entrance hall and out to the grounds.

The air is light and breezy, the moon shining brightly, reflecting on the lake. There's a figure slumped at the bank, I creep up behind him. He turns and smiles.

'Hi, we need to talk'

A/N:hehehe cliffhanger, its a bit obvious though. anyway, please review, my story likes reviews, my story will cry if you don't review.do you want that on your conscience?do you?ok i think i've gone over the top now.please let me know what you think!