A/N: This chapter is all about Draco and what Draco's feeling and what Draco's thinking - Draco this and Draco that - after his revelation in the Hospital Wing, and I don't know, I might do Harry's point of view after this. But that's only if I find a good song for him. I might do another Draco POV; I already have a good song in mind, and this one might have a plot!

Ever since Draco's revelation in the Hospital Wing, Harry had been, in no uncertain terms, avoiding him. There was no other way to describe the way he had left the room every time Draco entered it. Or the way whenever someone paired them up in lessens, Harry would always try and find some way to get out of it. There weren't a lot of things that could upset Draco - not make him angry, but depress him - this was, of course, because of his self-control and his self-preservation. He used to be afraid to cry, but he wasn't anymore. He cried a lot lately, because him and Harry had become best friends in the past few months, in fact, if he was completely honest with himself, Harry was the only real friend he'd ever had.

I can take the rain on the roof of this empty house
That don't bother me
I can take a few tears now and then and just let 'em out
I'm not afraid to cry every once in a while
Even though going on with you gone still upsets me
There are days every now and again I pretend I'm ok
But that's not what gets me

Draco, being a Slitherin, didn't have the courage to confront him about it, regardless of the fact that he so many things he wished he could say. He had a feeling him and Harry weren't friends anymore.

There had been times when Harry couldn't avoid interaction, and always Draco would be so close to asking him why he wasn't speaking to him, but the minute Draco finally gathered up him minimal bravery, Harry left. Draco wished more than anything that he and Harry had become friends sooner; that he had realized how much he loved Harry before Ron had.

What hurts the most
Was being so close
And having so much to say
And watching you walk away
And never knowing
What could have been
And not seeing that loving you
Is what I was tryin' to do

Draco wanted more than anything for the pain to end, but he was determined not to think of suicide as his only way out. It was so hard to pretend that he was okay, to smile to his superficial friends when all he wanted to do was curl up into a ball and sob while he wished he didn't exist. The regret of not telling Harry about his feelings for him sooner was weighing him down, weighing him down so much that it was a struggle to get out of bed every morning.

He knew that if he had the chance, he would do anything to go back and fix his past mistakes with his unrequited love, and he would tell Harry all he needed to tell him; he would tell him all those words that he wanted to say but was too scared to speak out loud.

It's hard to deal with the pain of losing you everywhere I go
But I'm doin' It
It's hard to force that smile when I see our old friends and I'm alone
Still Harder
Getting up, getting dressed, livin' with this regret
But I know if I could do it over
I would trade give away all the words that I saved in my heart
That I left unspoken

All of a sudden he was broken out of his depressed trance with someone knocking him over on their way to their next lessen.

It was Harry.

"Harry! Please! Please, I need to talk to you! You can't avoid me forever!" I cried, but all he did was walk after uttering one measley phrase to me. It ws a phrase that made me die a little death inside. He didn't even give me enough time to respond.

"I'm sorry, Draco, but I'm with Ron right now. Maybe in the future but..." and before continuing, he sighed, "I don't think we can be friends right now; it would all be just to damn awkward. I'm sorry Draco" he said sadly walking away. I realized that without him I had very few reasons to live, and I cried out, begging him to come back, to reconsider, but he just kept on walking. I needed to say so much more than I had.

What hurts the most
Is being so close
And having so much to say
And watching you walk away
And never knowing
What could have been
And not seeing that loving you
Is what I was trying to do

Three days later, we were paired up in Charms. Poor Professer Flitwick thought he was doing us a favor because the last time he checked, we were the best of friends.

We didn't have much time to talk, because we had to learn these charms, and I'm not one to talk while doing schoolwork, but afterwards, I tried to talk to him, but he just walked away again. Why won't he listen to me? We need to talk! I love him, and I need to tell him that. I need to tell him that that bastard he calls a boyfriend is going to hurt him again, that it's only a matter of time, and that I would never hurt him. He won't listen to me!

What hurts the most was being
so close
And having so much to say
And watching you walk away
And never knowing
What could have been
And not seeing that loving you
Is what I was trying to do

Not seeing that loving you
That's what I was trying to do

Why didn't I realize sooner that I was in love with him?

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