Chapter Title: All is fair in love and denial: Draco Malfoy

POV: Draco

Characters: Harry and Draco in this chapter

Ships: R/Hr H/D…ooo? Some H/D in here? Read to find out.

Harry was talking to me? To me, the low life guy on the pole. No family, no pride…no love in my life. Boring. Bland. Simple. My life filled with woe and regret. Regret for where I have migrated from as well as where I am going. I am nothing but dust in the wind, tangible yes, yet vulnerable to the touch of anyone. I will shatter if provoked. People who stare can cause me tears; people who turn their backs make me feel as if they are talking about me. I have to know. Is it true? Do they all hate me?

It can't be.

My life is an utter mess and the silk I have woven cannot be undone. I have made my bed and now I shall lie in it.

But the question is should I?

Should I let the one true love of my life disappear into the dark world as everyone has done?

As Harry did.

My love for him, will it shine through the darkness? Should I run into it to save him from it? Or just let him go like I did once?

Not again. Not again will I let him go.

Bleh. And not again will I talk to myself as if we are in the Elizabethan era and Shakespeare is writing my lines.

God. Stupid Stupid Potter. Making me talk as if we were in some romance play. More of a tragedy in my eyes at least.

How, just how. Explain to me as to how you fall in love with your enemy.

This is stupid. I am not in love with Harry, yet I am not his enemy… what am I? Probably just a friend. As usual I have nothing and no one. Am I pathetic? Most likely.

I am sitting here as Harry is walking away. Just sitting and sipping this crap they call punch. Feels more like a punch in the stomach if you ask me. But anyways again here I am—oh shit.

Now I'm crying. Harry look away. Harry look away! LOOK AWAY DAMNIT! Great now he is looking straight at me. Stupid Finch-Fletchley. Spilling his punch all over as if by accident. I know he has been looking at Harry and I would strangle him if I was in any given state to do so. Harry is still looking with his almond shaped green embers.

Maybe he will come and say what he needed to say earlier. Maybe it is a good thing…

No, this is NOT a good thing. No, Harry and love do not mix in a sentence. Nope. But why can't I stop thinking of his black hair and fierce eyes. As if coals set to a green flame…oh dear god I need help.

I have talked to Hermione. She was trying to give me advice; I brushed her off. Now that I think about it that was stupid. She told me… I need to be serious. I need to let it out. Snape said it too.

But I don't know what they are talking about…

So I lost a few pounds…and my grades have fallen to a point where Hermione gave up studying and has beaten me. Now I'm rated right there at the bottom with Crabbe and Goyle. Had they been alive? But even though they are dead they must have a higher grade then me. With my stupid infatuation with Harry and my horrid grades, it is no surprise.

People make a big deal. I mean just because I don't eat much anymore, and I dropped Quidditch doesn't mean I was affected by Harry's 'death'.

Really I wasn't.

Am I still crying? Dear god I am out of my mind. If this is love…then I don't want it anymore than one would want cancer.

A/N: Thank you very much for the response. I have found a wonderful beta that without his help I for one would have gotten anywhere! Thank you very much both fans and my wonder of a beta, CORTEZ! Like the wonderful story so far? I do :P I love to tease you guys promise another Draco PoV soon and everything. I swear it will be longer! Oh, so I lied. No H/D…yet. But watch it will be soon