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HELL IS LIVING WITHOUT YOU

Draco's' POV

'I noticed his looks the first day of this year. He actually looked at me, and then managed to BLUSH? What could this mean?

He can't…like me…Can he? Not like I like him?'

Draco couldn't get the thoughts of the boy out of his head. He had been thinking about him all summer.

'It can't be. I must be imagining things. I'm sure he just does this as some sort of plot to humiliate me. Yes! That would be it! I must be strong! I will not allow him see me weak!'

The days where slowly creeping towards Christmas, and Draco wondered if he should go home for Christmas.

He would like to, but he kept feeling as if he shouldn't. And he had learnt to trust his feelings.

It had helped him in the past. He just didn't know what to say to his parents.

He loved them very much, but they expected so much of him. And he knew that deep down they loved him back. But a Malfoy didn't "do" public displays, or causing scenes.

'I'll just write them a letter, telling them I have to study over the holiday to get top grades. I should do that anyway.'

And so that's what he did.

'Dear Father

I'm sorry, but I shan't come home for Christmas.

I really have to study harder or else that mudblood

girl will beat me again. Please tell Mother that I'm

sorry. I was looking forward to spending Christmas with you.

Draco'

He looked at the letter. It was perfect. He did love Christmas, but he really wasn't looking forward to all the FORMALITY there always was at home. He went off to the owlery with it, and gave it to his own eagle owl. (Yes Draco has one of those, check the books.)

He decided it was time to show up for dinner soon. It was already started, but only just.

As he strolled into the Great Hall he never noticed a pair of emerald eyes staring at him from the Gryffindor table. They where looking at him with adoration, sorrow, and even… Love.
He went over to his usual spot between Blaise and Goyle. He did admit to himself that he was rather hungry today, and so he quickly filled his plate. He sighted. Chicken again! This time whole roosted. With rice. Yesterday it was chicken-wings, before that stuffed chicken. What was this? Some sort of sick joke! He hated chicken! At least now he did. But he was so hungry that he ate it anyway. Just as he looked up from his plate, whipping his moth with the tissue, he found himself staring into a pair of emerald eyes. Green as summer's leaf, he thought. But he caught himself and sent back his most vicious scowls. He tried to put a world of hatred in it. He wasn't going to fall for whatever plot Harry was cooking up this time.

He could only hold it for so long, and shifted his gaze away, and onto his plate. He never saw the young boy whom all but run from the Hall just after he looked down….

Harry's POV

What a day! It had to be the fucking worst day ever! First he had double potions and messed up royally at that. Then he got into a fight with Ron and now HE wasn't talking to him. Hermione seem like she wouldn't take sides, and she was really awkward when she spoke to either of them.

'Great! I'm just halfway trough the year and already a pain in the ass.'

It was only after dinner that they should go home for the holiday, but he had already said his good-byes, and sat by himself. He saw Malfoy come into the room, his robe billowing. He looked, oh so sexy, and Harry just stared at him.

Somewhere at the end of the meal Draco looked up, and straight at Harry. No need mentioning how surprised Harry was. He couldn't even pretend to hate him, and for a second he thought he saw the ice melt, and love shining trough, but then he changed. And it was the most evil hatred shining in those gray orbs, before he looked away as if Harry was some kind of freak. 'I am a freak.' Harry though. It was almost all he ever heard. Even Ron had said it when they had argued. Ron had found out that Harry had a crush on a boy. Though he wouldn't say who. Hermione didn't know why they where fighting.

Tears rose to Harry's eyes, and he fought hard to keep them back as he rushed out of the Great Hall. He almost didn't see where he was going, blinded by tears. He soon came to the Astronomy Tower, where he cried his heart out, like a little lost child. It was kind of the place he went to when he wanted to be alone.

There he decided what to do, after hours of tears.

'I'll do it! I will! The world's better off without me. Nobody really loves me. Not truly. Not even a single person truly loves me. I'm worthless.'

He dried his tears, and went back to the tower.

He wrote a letter to Draco. He felt like he couldn't leave the love of his life, just like that. Not without a word. Not without him knowing that he loved him. He just hoped he would read it…

'Dear Draco
By the time you're reading this I'll be gone. Just a mess under the tallest tower. I know you probably wouldn't want anything to do with me, I know you'd probably be glad when I'm gone… But I have to tell you; I love you, I really do! Could you tell Hermione and Ron that it's not their fault? No, you probably won't. But I just had to get it out, it's hard to go without anyone knowing the truth. It's just the world that keeps screwing me, over and over and over. I can deal with that. Hell, I'm used to dealing with that. But I can't go on living like this. Knowing no one really loves me, that you can never love me back. I'm sorry for causing you all the trouble over the years. I never truly meant it, but I'm no good at behaving myself I guess. I'm no good at anything at all. Please tell everyone that I'm sorry that I've failed them and that I'm sorry that I'm taking the easy way out. I love you.
Love Harry'

He folded the letter and picked up his dagger and the invisibility-cloak. The he went down to the dungeons to deliver the letter. He waited outside for someone to go out or inn, and finally someone walked out, and he slipped past her and inside. Finding Draco was easier said then done, but after a long search he found his bed. 'He looks just like an angel, with moon-rays in his hair. Sweet dreams my love.' Harry thought before he slipped the note into Draco's hand. And then he did something he'd always wanted; he placed a light kiss upon those pink lips. Then he hurried away to the tallest tower, and to his destiny.

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