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A/N: Honestly you guys are just amazing. All my reviews are cherished. I've gotten some advice which is helpful. Love you guys.

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Draco sat in the Slytherin Common room. A week had passed since he first saw it, Harry's love for the Weaslette. Since then, they were all he could think about. He wanted to vomit every time he saw them. They were always laughing and casually touching each other on the arm, getting lost in each other's eyes. It was disgusting. They might not be official yet, but Harry wouldn't wait forever. But neither would Draco! Draco thought furiously. 'I'm not going to wait for him forever' he told himself fiercely in his head.

But you would, the little voice whispered to him, admit it, you would wait a lifetime for Harry. Damn the voice. And with horror, Draco realized it was right…again. He really would wait for Harry forever.

This scared Draco, Malfoy's don't wait for anything. He wanted to cry or shout out or throw something. However before he could do anything, Pansy interrupted his thoughts.

"Draco? Draaaacoooo? DRACO!" She was prodding at him and shouting in his ear.

"For Merlin's sake Pansy, what do you want?!" Draco snapped at her. She put on a greatly offended air, and pouted, fluttering her watery eyes. Draco couldn't be bothered to feel guilty. Seeing that he wasn't looking repentant at all, she dropped the act and just turned angry.

"I was trying to see what the hell has been wrong with you for the past week. You won't join in when we're talking gossip. You don't spend as much time on your hair. You oversleep. You barely touch your food. You don't pay attention in class! My Draco doesn't do that. What's wrong, pet?" Draco knew everything she said was true. And she is right, her Draco doesn't do that. But he isn't her Draco…he's Harry's Draco. And Harry's Draco does do that apparently.

Harry's Draco?, that's pretty pathetic. Malfoy's don't belong to people. They're always the ones who own people. Honestly Draco, what would your father think?

He'd kill me, Draco thought back, but it's not like I can control this. Draco realized with a jolt that Pansy was still looking at him.

"I'm fine, Pans, really. It's just that I've been feeling kind of tired. Thanks though…for noticing." He attempted a smile at her and she smiled broadly back. She wrapped her arms around his neck and nuzzled up against him. Draco resisted the urge to push her off.

"But seriously Draco…you haven't even torn up Potter for being so flirtatious with that Ginny Weasley dog. Usually you'd be all over him for it"

Believe me, Pansy. Draco wants nothing more than to be all over Potter. Draco wanted to kick that stupid little voice. But right now he was upset; he wasn't the only one who noticed, which meant that Harry was getting closer to dating her.

Better get a move on, Tiger. He's not going to be available forever. And that was all he needed, he quickly shot out of the chair, knocking Pansy over.

"Sorry Pansy, but I just realized you're right. I really do need to go talk to Potter about is poor choice in partners. I will see you later." And with that he marched off to do exactly what he told Pansy he'd do.

Yay! Finally some action! The little voice cheered. Draco couldn't help rolling his eyes. However he continued on his steadfast pace, his eyes narrowed in determination.

He rounded a corner and ran straight into a warm nice smelling object and fell over. "Malfoy, what the hell do you think you're doing?! Are you too good to watch where the blood hell you're going now?" Only one word came to Draco's mind…Harry.

"Why, Potter, just the man I was looking for." Harry's eyes narrowed suspiciously. Draco had to force himself to not get lured into the emerald green eyes.

"Well? What is it you want Malfoy?" For a minute Draco faltered. What he wanted was to tackle Harry and thrust their hips together…crush their lips together. But he couldn't get away with that.

"Well I hear you're in love with the Weasley girl" Draco tried his hardest to smirk and act like it was the most amusing thing in the world. Of course, it wasn't. Draco wanted to grab Harry by the shoulders and shout that Draco was the one that he should be with.

"Yes as a matter of fact, I am. Not that its any of your business Malfoy. Why do you even care?" Harry said this with too much defensiveness, like Harry thought he had to protect the Weaslette against Draco.

Well he does, doesn't he? You'd kill her if you had the chance. Draco ignored the voice, but again it was positively right. Stupid bloody voice.

"Well I think it's rather amusing, the Golden Boy, the ultimate hero, the boy who lived, settling down with a filthy, blood traitor, dog." Well shit, Draco didn't mean to say that. And Harry lunged at Draco, pinning him to the ground, his face inches from Draco's. All Draco had to do was lift his head up and their lips would be touching. But it turns out they were no longer alone.

"Harry?" A girlish voice was questioning from just a little bit away. Harry moved off of Draco, and Draco could recognize the long flaming hair instantly.

"I'm coming Ginny," Harry replied. He stood up and brushed himself off. She reached out her hand as he walked towards her and Harry took it, kissing her cheek as he did so. Draco had to refrain from screaming out in anguish as Ginny blushed.

"What did he do?" She asked with contempt as they walked away. Draco knew she meant himself.

"Nothing," Harry waved it off, "He doesn't matter anyways. I just let my temper get to me." Ginny accepted this answer.

Draco waited until he was sure he was alone and he let his eyes well up. Harry's words echoed in his ears. 'He doesn't matter.' Harry couldn't have made it clearer; Draco was nothing to Harry even though Harry was positively everything to Draco. Draco had to stop this.

And soon Draco, the voice said concernedly, because this unrequited love thing is just making you madder by the day.

And Draco knew that, as always, the voice spoke the truth.

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FizzWizz- Poor Draco, his mouth really gets carried away with itself. I promise that he will be nicer in the next chapter. It is – after all- a Harry/Draco fic. And they have to get together at some point.

Harry – All I have to say is that Draco is really lucky that Ginny showed up when she did. Or his pretty little face wouldn't be quite so pretty.

Draco – I feel so guilty. WHY did I have to say that? And Harry, I totally could've taken you, it's just that I car- hold on a second…did you just call me pretty.

Harry – What?! NO! I mean – I…damn. I really need to get with Ginny before I get any loonier.

FizzWizz – I love my muses. Reviews perhaps? Anybody?