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A/N: erm, yes third chapter of the story…I just felt like this chapter should tell how both Harry and Draco felt after what happened in the last chapter. I probably screwed his up huh? --cries in the closet— ENJOY!

oh oh before i forget!! THANK YOU FOR THE REVIEWS!! haha they gave me inspiration :P now i have the urge to write more chapters and post them up so you all can read :) thank you once again

Chapter 3: Realizations

At seven o' clock, Harry felt himself being shaken by none other than Ron Weasley. Harry slowly opened his eyes, wincing slightly from the candle lights due to having them shut for so long.

"What is it Ron?" Harry slurred; his voice husky from sleep. Harry rolled so that he was lying on his stomach and tried to fall asleep again.

Ron grabbed Harry's shoulders. "Wake up Harry. It's almost dinnertime, Hermione told me to get you seeing how you missed lunch as well."

Harry rolled on his back and sat up slowly and groaned as his joints popped. (A/N: made him sound like he's an old man hehe).

"Ron…I don't really feel like eating, maybe I'll ask Dobby to send something up?" Harry looked at Ron with tired eyes.

"But Harry you should---" Ron started.

"I don't want to go down for dinner… I'm not feeling too well. Just let me stay in the room. Please?" Harry said, tiredly. He then tossed the blankets to the side and got up from his bed and started walking to the bathroom. He stopped right before he got in.

"Sorry Ron, I have my reasons for not wanting to go down to the hall. Thanks for telling me it's dinnertime though. I would've slept till next morning!" Harry laughed, trying to lighten the mood.

Ron shifted his weight on his foot. "Er… Well I guess I'll go tell Hermione and the others that you're not coming then. And it's alright, I know you didn't get much sleep last night so… Yea." Ron headed for the door, smiled at Harry and left.

Harry slumped his shoulders and shuffled into the bathroom.

'I should take a bath, I think I'm starting to smell…'

He walked out again, went to get some fresh clothes and headed back inside the bathroom. After the shower, Harry was feeling slightly refreshed, and at that moment his stomach gave a huge rumble.

Patting his stomach and grinning foolishly, he called Dobby, the house elf.

"Dobby!" Harry called. There was a 'pop' and Dobby appeared in front of Harry.

"What can Dobby do for Harry Potter sir?" the house elf asked, looking at Harry with big round eyes.

Harry looked down and smiled. "Can you bring some sandwiches and a glass of pumpkin juice for me Dobby?" Then Harry chuckled when Dobby started jumping up and down.

"Of course sir Harry Potter sir!" Dobby exclaimed excitedly. "me will bring you something to eat right away sir!" With that, Dobby left with another 'pop'. A minute later, he came back with a tray of food, bowed and left.

Taking the tray to his bed, Harry sat down and began munching on the sandwiches. As he ate, his mind began to wander back to what happened this morning in the Great Hall.

"When did I started falling for the Slytherin Ice Prince?" Harry asked himself, took the glass of pumpkin juice and gulped it down.

'When you started noticing his eyes and his plump lips' his inner voice taunted. 'You have to admit Draco is pretty hot. Come on, admit it Harry. You LOVE him.' The voice laughed inside his head. Harry smacked his forehead.

"No I don't! No way in hell I love Malfoy!" Harry screamed to himself. He took the food tray and set it aside on the table beside his bed. Muttering, Harry lay down on the bed.

'Why argue? You know you do love Draco. There's no point denying it. It's totally obvious.' The voice nagged.

Harry turned over to his side and stared out the window next to his bed. There was a pale full moon tonight, and as Harry looked at the moon, he began to picture Draco's face in his head.

"Draco's skin glows just like the moonlight; it's beautiful. His skin is almost transparent…" Harry murmured to himself. Sighing, he closed his eyes and tried to drift off to sleep. But thoughts about the Slytherin still swam in his head.

'I–I think I AM starting to like him. But what does it matter? He HATES me, loathes me. He would want nothing to do with me. Hell he rather wants me dead.' One single tear began to fall and dripped onto his pillow. Harry hastily wiped his eyes and let out a frustrated sigh.

"It's better to just forget about this whole ordeal. My feelings wouldn't be returned," Harry whispered softly, blinking to stop the tears from flowing.

'My feelings would never be returned. Not now, not ever.'

And Harry cried.

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Draco stared up at the ceiling of his private chambers. He also did not go to dinner this evening, he had things on his mind as well. Draco stared at the emerald green curtains that hung around his four poster bed. They reminded Draco of a certain someone's eyes.

"Damn Saint Potter," Draco mumbled.

Even though he hated himself of having to admit this, but when Draco looked into Harry's eyes this morning, his heart clenched. It was somewhat painful to look into the lifeless eyes. What annoyed Draco even more was that he wanted to hold Harry close to him, to comfort him.

Draco turned over and pounded his fist into his pillow.

'Potter… What the HELL are you doing to me?!' Draco screamed in his head.

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A/N: there you go! The end of chapter 3 :D yea, I know I made Harry the more…mushy one :x sorry! o-o I felt that Harry should be the "girl" in this relationship lol. Draco is just acting like Draco we all know and love :3 PLEASE REVIEW!

Harry: Why am I the girly one:(

Gio: Cuz I felt like it :P hehe

Draco: Maybe I like this Harry more

Harry: -blush-

So what should I make them do in the next chapter? Whee! I'm updating almost everyday :D but ch. 4 might take awhile, need some time to think about it haha. So what do you guys think about my first story? Good or bad? Should I keep going? .