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THE FEAST

All troughs the feast Harry just shuffled his food around without actually eating any of it. He seemed to do that a lot lately. His friends never noticed how skinny he had become, he never got any real food over the summer anyway.

He looked at them, they looked so happy together. They said something to him and he just smiled at them. A fake smile. His smiles never seemed to reach his eyes anymore.

"Mhm." Pretending to have his mouth full, it was all he said.

He felt weird about smiling. He had no right to do such a thing after all. Such pain he had caused. He couldn't help but feel guilty for what had happened to every single of the victims of Voldermort. It was after all his responsibility, his fault that Voldermort had come back.

He knew it was all because of him, that Voldermort had a new body this time. (He didn't know that it Voldermort could have used the blood of any wizard.)

"So what are you going to do when we're finished this year?" Hermione asked him suddenly.

"Oh, I'm thinking of taking a long vacation." Harry said. 'A long vacation indeed.' He thought.

"Oh, where to?" Great, now Ron was interested too.

"I'm not really sure yet…" He said. But in his thoughts he was starting to become quite sure. 'About six feet under.' Harry thought.

They didn't get any more time to talk more as Dumbledore started his speech and announcements, as he always did.

Harry didn't really listen, and his eyes searched the Slytherin table for a certain blonde. 'He is so beautiful. How his silver hair always seems to fall into his eyes. Ah, his eyes, I could get lost in those eyes…' Harry just sat there with a smile on his lips, the only true smile in months, staring of into space. At least that's what his friends thought, cause he couldn't be staring at…MALFOY…. Which was exactly where his eyes were directed.

Harry just couldn't take his eyes of Draco, he noticed every little motion he made, the way he raised his fork to his mouth, the way he brushed his hair out of his eyes, always with his left hand. He was so elegant, so beautiful.

He had stopped gelling his hair down, and now it hung loose over his ears, down to his chin. His eyes where gray, glimmering like moonbeams on light metal. He had steel in his eyes.

He sighted. How could anyone be so perfect? So smart? So…everything…?

"Maybe he's in love." Ron whispered to Hermione.

"He does seem like it" Hermione whispered back.

"But with who?" Ron wondered.

Hermione was about to say something back when they where interrupted as everyone started to return to the dormitories, and they shoved her so she fell on the floor. Ron helped her up. That was when Draco caught Harry staring at him. Harry looked down fast, a crimson flush started to show and he stood up with his friends, FAST.

"Shall we go?" He hurried toward the dormitory, Ron and Hermione could barley keep up.