Being Alone

A/N: ok, so im TRYING to have a bit of a SAD STORY here. there's nothing graphic... sorry lol. but i think this is sweet, so i hope you like it too!

Harry Potter has been alone for most of his life. He never had a proper family, and only had real friends until he was 11, but even they can be 'not-so-great'. But now, now this was the worst time to be alone. Harry felt really stupid. He had summed up all his Gryffindor courage... and told Draco Malfoy he was in love with him. It seemed like a good idea, until the words actually came out. Draco just stared at Harry, and then suddenly ran.

So here's Harry. Early in the morning, sitting at the end of the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall. His eyes were pink, and throat sore from all of his crying. He brushed the running tears away as he re-read his poem:

Is it love or hate,

Which I feel for you?

At times I don't know,

Do you feel it too?

There's something about you,

It makes me want to cry.

You look so happy without me,

Oh God it hurts, but why?

Where did I go so wrong,

I'm sure you were shocked.

You weren't ready to know,

Now I'm so pathetic and mocked.

I wish it would stop,

I know it will pass.

But right now I feel so broken,

That can't be fixed with some cast.

I just want to run,

You and me, hand-in-hand.

But then I snap back to reality,

And remember I can't.

I care so much,

Why? I don't know.

You wont even be my friend,

Please… stop being a foe.

Harry closed his eyes, and felt tears forming again. His whole body ached from the pain in his heart, and he hung his head in shame.

Quite to his surprise, a hand was suddenly placed on his. Harry slowly looked up to meet grey eyes, look at him sympathetically and caring. Before Harry could say anything, Draco moved forward and gently pressed his lips on Harry's. His soft lips clung to Harry's as he melted into the kiss. When Draco pulled back, he hugged Harry.

"I'm sorry…" he said quietly. "I shouldn't have acted that way. I didn't mean it…"

Harry said nothing for a moment, just enjoying the warmth of Draco's body. "I love you Draco," he said softly.

"I love you too… Harry"

A/N: I actually wrote the poem… its not that great but it suits the story. What inspired me about this story, is that this happened to me… well… except the ending because the person I liked never approached me after… he just left me… just like that. Doesn't look at me or anything now. And I think that this story puts hope into those who get discouraged by people who do that. One day I'm sure we'll find that special someone.