"Seemed to stop my breath, my head on your chest.
Waiting to cave in
From the bottom of my...
Hear your voice again
Could we dim the sun
And wonder where we've been
Maybe you and me
So kiss me like you did
My heart stopped beating
Such a softer sin"

I Caught Fire—The Used

Chapter Title: A Bloody Nightmare—Harry Potter

POV: Harry Potter

I could hear the blood pounding in my head. I couldn't think straight, the way Draco's hair was messed up and in his face. They was his cheeks were flushed, but it didn't seem to contrast with his fair skin.

Draco's silver eyes were harsh and empty, my heart ached with every glance at them. This was just the body of Draco Malfoy, he was not the sarcastic, outspoken boy I went to war with...he was the body of a broken down man.

My hand was still gripped around Draco's. He looked at me and snatched his arm away from my grasp.

"Then why did you come back?"

I, why did I come back? Well I couldn't not come back...I had to...

"I...I...had to."

"Not the words I wanted to hear." Draco hissed back. He turned away and walked up to Hermione.

"Can...you take me to my bed?" Draco slurred out, Hermione looked at me, I looked away and sat on the couch.

"Yeah sure Draco," Hermione helped Draco out of the room, down the stairs towards the Dungeon. The train must have already left, it was so late now. That means I get to spend a wonderful night again at Hogwarts, with Draco and the cooing new couple. Yay.

But before leaving the room, Hermione gave a desperate look towards Ron and I.

When the portrait swung shut, Ron walked over to me.

"Mate..." Ron's face was scrunched up in a concerned look. I turned away, my eyes were stinging. I couldn't cry, I couldn't cry. I wouldn't cry.

"Just...go."

Ron nodded, he put his hand on my shoulder and told me I should get some rest, and told me to tell Hermione he was up in the boy's dormitory if she wanted him. I nodded as I wiped my eyes, trying not to be too obvious.

Everything was flashing through my head right now, I just didn't know what to do... I could feel the warmness of my own tears flow down my cheeks.

I didn't dare make a movement, or so much as a noise. I couldn't breathe. My lungs...they were caving in.

Fuck this. I couldn't take this.

Why did I come back? Why did I?

I was going crazy. I missed my friends...everyone.

I missed them. Ron and Hermione. I just, I had to come back.

But why did I come back?

The mist of rain was blowing all around, I was frozen and shivering. I didn't know where I was, but it was familiar.

I looked in front of me, and there was a man. His hair glittered in the moonlight. His robes were flying all around him.

'"Why did I come back?" I ask out loud.

The man in front of me laughed. He turned around and gave me a smirk. I stumbled back...

"Why did you come back?...You came back for me.'"

It was Draco...

He walked towards me, still smirking. I couldn't believe this.

"Wh-What did you say?"

Draco laughed.

"I said, that you came back for me." He took a step towards me and I could feel the chills shake me to the core. This couldn't be true, what was I saying? It isn't true. I'M NOT GAY. It's as simple as that.

"Oh of course, I must have forgotten," Draco was inches away from my face. "You are a straight man."

I bit my lip, I could feel his hot breath on my neck. My stomach did a flip. It felt like there were million of fucking butterflies were in my stomach.

"I-I-I don't love you." I couldn't breathe. I-I was going crazy.

"You don't seem so sure about that." Draco's eyes were piercing. It was so hard to look at him.

"I...what do you want me to say?" I sighed and looked down.

"Haha, Harry I just want you to finally tell everyone the truth." He chuckled.

I looked up and caught his gaze again. "What truth?"

"The truth Potter, the truth." Draco's voice got very low. "That you love me." He whispered it in my ear.

It hit me hard, I couldn't breathe. I couldn't even think straight. My breathing got hard, I just couldn't say anything.

I was in love with Draco Malfoy.

A/N: So they had to sleepover at Hogwarts tonight because, they missed the trains! That was the only way to get to Harry's flat, but...eh they end up getting in a juicy argument, which ends with Draco going to his bed as well as Harry passing out. Why does Draco go to the Dungeon? To his house of course. Why? Because. But anyways, yeah. Harry fell asleep and had a very fortune telling type of a dream. It helped him out a lot. I wonder...what could possibly happen in the next chapter? Huh...