~3 years later~

Draco sat on his four poster bed in the dungeons. His gray eyes were burning a hole in his pale hand. Turner's skin is so soft, he thought, no emotion showing on his face.

The fourteen-year-old blond had, to his parents' delight, shown quite an interest in a certain Slytherin named Pansy Parkinson. This feeling was new to him, however, and he did not know what to do. Timmy seemed so innocent and naïve.

Draco smiled softly. That's what makes him so adorable. The blond shook his head vigorously. "No," he whispered, "I don't feel that way!" He couldn't deny it forever. He had tried his hardest for the past few years, but he could barely resist the thoughts and feelings anymore.

Faking hatred had been so easy for so long, but Timmy seemed to be taking that from the pure-blood. "He's just a mud blood," Draco murmured, letting his head hit the soft pillows. "And I am not gay." This was softer and weaker than his other statements. Perhaps he was giving in. Maybe it was just the only thought he believed he could deal with.

Meanwhile, Timmy sat in the Hufflepuff common room. Draco consumed his thoughts. "Wanda," he whispered softly, holding her, in wand form, in his hands. "How did you know…" He swallowed hard. This was more difficult than he had anticipated.

Wanda seemed to sense what Timmy was getting at. "Oh, what's her name, sweetie?" She asked softly, getting a little excited over the thought of Timmy having a crush -- or a girlfriend, for that matter.

Timmy's cheeks flushed a deep pink. "Um, wha-what," he gulped once more. Why is this so hard? Just spit it out boy! "What if it's not a girl?" He wasn't sure if Wanda had understood him; the words had poured out so fast.

The wand's beautiful, pink eyes blinked. "What are you saying?" Surely, Timmy isn't talking about…loving…a boy, is he?

"Nevermind," Timmy's words sounded defeated. Just forget Draco. He hates you anyway. He told himself reluctantly. Timmy went to his bed, setting Wanda on the end table beside him. "Goodnight, Wanda." He yawned as he got comfortable underneath his blankets.

Timmy had Wanda convinced that he had fallen asleep. He laid in the bed, his mind being eaten alive. He couldn't sleep like this. He still did not know if what he felt was love. All he knew was on that very first day they met, Draco had driven Trixie Tang from his mind. He hadn't thought of his childhood crush since.

Christmas break started Monday; just one day away. Timmy was, of course, staying at Hogwarts. He had no where else to go. Draco had noticed Timmy stayed every Christmas. He decided he was staying this time too. He had told himself it was just to see what the boy was like outside of classes.

Draco had also observed that the buck-toothed brunette hadn't become particularly close to anyone. This meant run-ins with Potter were unlikely.

A light smile graced Draco's lips as his eyes closed. He fell into a light sleep, tossing and turning throughout the night. Timmy would be the one with bags under his eyes come morning. He was not as strong as Draco, so he couldn't give in to sleep that easily.