Harry was standing in completely blackness. It felt like a black pool of darkness, coming up to his ankles and holding him firmly in place so he could not run. A tiny light shined somewhere from above and flickered multiple lights that shimmered across the surface of the black water. There was, at first, a gold color that glistened beautifully in the darkness, then it suddenly faded into a fierce silver as if everything had gone black and white. In the reflection of the water, he swore he spotted another shadow, a figure of someone lingering close by. Yet, when he raised his eyes, he simply saw the pure blackness around him. He felt trapped, as if he was in a room with completely black walls, concealing him in this confusion forever.

Suddenly, two arms quickly clamped around him. They pulled him back onto another body without a word. He didn't need to see their face to know whose arms these belonged to. They squeezed him tight, bringing to him warmth from all over. As he reached his hands up, however, the arms suddenly turned as cold as ice and started to freeze him from the inside out. The moment he touched the cold hands, they vanished from him all together.

Across the pool, the person returned in full view. Draco stood in the shadows, staring blankly as if he was nothing but a hollow shell. Now the surface of the water was split in half with red around Harry's feet and green around Draco's. It seemed that neither could speak so it remained silent around them. Draco turned his head slightly away as if looking at something else. Harry glanced over to see, but he saw nothing except the inevitable darkness.

Then Draco's eyes widened and he turned away. His mouth didn't move, but his voice still echoed around Harry as if he had screamed at him. "No!"

Harry looked back at the darkness where he was staring and could barely make out the shape of a figure. Tall, dark, and he seemed to be floating above the water. That's when he noticed Draco wasn't ankle-high in the water at all. He remained above it like some type of ghost.

"Do it!" Another voice echoed. It wasn't Harry's nor Draco's but he definitely recognized it. It was hoarse and deep, a voice that no one ever wished to hear.

A sharp pain was strung through Harry when Draco whipped back around towards him. His wand was pointed at him and glowing, trying to force out a spell. The spell, Harry knew exactly what kind it was and he couldn't believe Draco would use it, especially at him! When he felt his breath being stolen vilely, he saw something he never would've expected. Draco's eyes were red and the water was being rippled by the tears that dripped from them. Harry stared in pure confusion and hurt as he felt his soul leaving his body. It was a painful feeling, like there was string resting as tight as possible in the core of his very being and it was slowly being ripped out from his chest, shocking at every nerve and stabbing at all his muscles.

Just when he started to fall, he was suddenly clutching onto a rope before him. On the other end was Draco, holding onto it with only one hand as Harry did. A flame appeared in the middle of the rope, burning each end until it reached both their hands. It burned Harry's hand, practically melting his skin off his bones, but he refused to let go. Draco stared at him pitifully, like Harry was a dying animal that he couldn't save. That's when the rope snapped and sent Harry falling. Draco jolted forward, screaming, "No!" once more. Yet, the figure now appeared behind him with a single hand on his shoulder, keeping him from falling as well. Harry watched in shocked as the black water turned into a menacing goo that shot up around him. Like tentacles, it wrapped around his shoulders, arms, and waist and quickly dragged him down. Harry could only stare at Draco who watched as he was dragged under the water to the very bottom of it, drowning him within seconds.

….

Harry sunk down into the steaming bath that instantly brought relief to his tight nerves. He flinched and settled down easy upon sitting on the bench for his end was sore to the touch. As gentle as he had been, it still hurt and the caressing, soothing touch of the warm water was slowly helping. He laid against the edge with his elbows propped back and his head tilted to the ceiling. His head was still spinning from the dream and he was dying to get it in his control. He remembered that when he awoke from the nightmare that he was sweating and panting like crazy. He was naked in Draco's bed and he was alone. He didn't think much of it since classes had already started and headed here as fast as he could.

The water felt good and it put him at ease for the mean while. Still, the fact that Draco tried to kill him and only stood there as he died was too terrifying. He received goosebumps from just recalling the dream again. He tried to breathe easy and let it go, but the mere thought it brought all the doubts he denied back to the surface. He was Gryffindor, he was Slytherin. He was good, he was bad. It was the average villain and hero concept! That's exactly why he couldn't stand it.

"Oh, Harry," the echoing voice surrounded him. "You look as pale as a ghost." Myrtle giggled as she came from the stalls once again. "Do you feel unwell?" Harry flinched and sat upright, but Myrtle continued. "Don't worry. I haven't told anyone about that. You can trust me. I'm not a threat to you or him."

Harry relaxed and was just thankful that he had his boxers on under the clear, steaming water. "I know and… I'm sorry for what he said to you. I'm sure he didn't mean it."

"Oh, but I think he did." She said as she hovered over closer to him. "He's a foul mouth snake who usually kills whatever prey he chooses." She paused and added with no meaning, "No offense or anything."

Harry just darted his eyes away and recapped on everything he was thinking. "Myrtle."

"Hm?"

"Do you think… I mean, if we weren't together… Do you think Draco would… k-kill me?"

Myrtle seemed to wince at the words and quickly whirled away. "Now, why would you think that?"

"I, um.. I don't know, really… I had a dream about it last night and it's just making me think too much, I guess."

"Dreams are very important," she said with a stricter tone. "They are unconscious desires most of the time… or warnings."

Harry narrowed his gaze at her. She was talking like she knew something… She was hiding something. "Myrtle, what aren't you telling me?"

She swayed her body like she always did and looked away again. "Nothing you don't already know." She floated behind him, causing him to turn around painfully from his sore bottom. "It's an obvious question, really. Why would a wanted criminal play with a cop? Why would a bird stay with a poisonous snake?" Her voice lingered for a moment, maybe because of the echo of the room and her ghostly voice, but it brought a sense that she wasn't done explaining things. She came up beside Harry on his right and said quietly, "To kill the other, of course."

"No," Harry heard himself say through gritted teeth.

"He's Slytherin, Harry."

"So what?"

"His purpose is to get rid of you."

"No."

"Yes."

"No! Draco wouldn't do that!"

"Are you so sure?" Harry stopped and Myrtle shrugged her shoulders as if she knew nothing. "Before, you two hated each other over the years. He was your complete opposite. You were nice and he was cruel. You played by the rules and he cheated. He was your enemy-"

"He is!" Harry shouted in an attempt to understand everything.

"To everyone else…" She leaned closer to him and said, "But to you… He's your lover, isn't he?"

Harry stuttered on his own breathing in an attempt to find something to say. "But he was… gentle. He didn't hurt me after that night. He… kissed me first…"

"And why do you think he did that?" Myrtle asked with a deceiving tone. Harry's hands slowly balled into fists with anger as Myrtle continued. "To win you over, of course. To trick you into trusting him-"

"No!" Harry shouted and jumped to his feet, causing Myrtle to back away. "Draco's not like that! He may be Slytherin, but that doesn't make him a bad person! I know he's better than everyone sees him! I've seen it! I've felt it! He wasn't lying when he held me! He may be cold at times, but he wouldn't go that far! That's not him! I know him! I know Draco! I lov-" his voice cut off short, but the words slowly fell into place. "I love him…"

Myrtle's surprised eyes slowly fell into a concerned understanding. "Oh, Harry…"

He quickly turned away in shock as the whole room spun around him. He grabbed his dizzy head and climbed out of the bath. He grabbed his towel and clothes and started to dry off silently. That's when Myrtle spoke again.

"It won't last forever, Harry…" He paused. "As much as you want it to… All flowers eventually fall from the tree."

Harry's eyes hit the floor in disappointment as the words painfully sunk in. Yet, he took a deep breath and responded, "But they always bloom again."

Once dressed, Harry left without another word, feeling determined but weakened at the same time. Myrtle watched helplessly as the wilting flower disappeared without a clue of it's future.

…...

Harry stood in the Gryffindor lobby with about twenty other students. They were all talking and relaxing, while others were reading or studying. Harry was standing by the fireplace, thinking deeply on everything that happened. Finally, he came up with a decision. If this was to work, if this was to go on for even a day longer, he had to get it out. Something had to change. Yet, it was still inevitable. If he was to be with Draco, everything around them would utterly fall apart. It would ruin everything so pain was included in the deadly package.

He pushed off the wall and headed for the door to go find him. Even if it was in front of everyone, he was going to speak to him about them being together. But before he reached the door, Neville appeared behind him.

"Hey, Harry!" He stopped the brunette from leaving. "I need to talk to you."

"Later, Neville," Harry said quickly. "I need to do something."

"It's really important." His tiny voice lingered to him. "It's about… Well…"

"Neville," the sweet, straight-forward voice came from beside him. Luna held up some papers with that blunt but meaningful smile. "Should we write about our wizard's brother, too? He was important, I think. Hello, Harry. Nice to see you again."

"Hi, Luna."

Neville hesitated since his choice was obvious by his blushing cheeks. He took the papers and nodded to Harry. "Later," he said simply at which Harry agreed to.

The moment Harry faced the two wide doors, they busted open wide. As everyone started to look at the loud bang, a spell cracked through the entire room and everyone was frozen in place, excluding Harry. The surprised brunette watched as Draco lowered his wand and came storming into the room.

"Wha-Draco, why are you-" Before he cold finish his sentence, Draco suddenly snatched his face and crashed their lips together tight. Surprised, Harry grabbed his shoulders and jerked back. "Draco-!"

"I love you." The white haired boy said quickly. Harry froze like the others and watched Draco kiss him again, tight and long. "I love you, Harry Potter," he repeated. "I really do."

In the corner of his eyes, Harry watched Draco tighten his grip on his wand. "Draco-"

"That's why you have to forgive me." Draco added with a trembling voice and held Harry close and firmly in front of him.

"What? Dr-Draco!" Harry gasped as the wand was stabbed into his temple harshly. Draco held him still as he muttered the spell under his breath and watched his wand glow. Harry clenched his eyes shut tight at the sharp pain that started to throb into his head and snatched Draco's robe tightly. "W-Wait, Draco-Ow! S-Stop!"

"You will remember everything from these past two weeks, from classes to conversations with your friends… But everything with me will be erased. Everything we did, everything we said, even the mention of my name will be gone."

"Draco!" Harry shouted in pain and tried to push him away, but he remained in place.

The spell traveled through his skin and nerves to the very core of his memory. His eyes snapped open and he stared frightened into Draco's as the memories flashed before him. The Quidditch tower, the bath and Myrtle, the talk with Luna, his room and the spell, the roof top and the cloak, the very first kiss and yelling at the girl who drugged him, fighting with Ron, and finally back to the previous night in the Slytherin dorm. He remembered being drugged and yelling at the girl. He remembered sitting in detention and studying, up to the very moment he was at now, but he helplessly watched as every part with Draco faded from his memory.

His struggling stopped as a numb sensation through his body. His grip on Draco's robe slowly loosened and eventually his arms fell limp at his sides. Draco watched in pain as the color in Harry's eyes slowly faded from a glossy silver to a grassy green. He choked on his own breathing and felt his eyes grow hot with tears. "I had to…" He heard himself say. "He..He was gonna make me kill you if I didn't. If he found out, I would've had to… to…" He slowly released the brunette who stood in a state of numbness from the spell. He backed up to the doors, staring over him with a hurt expression. "I'm sorry…" He whispered and turned away from the room.

As the doors shut, the spell broke and everyone returned to their original activities like nothing had happened. Some glanced to the door like they heard something, but ignored it at the sight of the doors closed. Harry stood in the middle of the crowd, facing the door like he was leaving. He blinked once or twice and looked around him as if looking for someone. A strong feeling was surrounding him. A sense of something or someone was around him, but he couldn't name it. No matter how hard he tried, the name refused to return to him.

He flinched when the lonely feeling he felt deep inside caused a tear to trickle down his cheek. He wiped it away and rubbed his eyes, thinking, Why the hell am I crying? I just forgot what I was doing… He pushed through the lobby doors and felt a cold shiver run through him. He forced it away and shook off the lonely feeling as he headed down the empty hall. I guess I'm just tired…

…...

Harry was walking down the side of the dinner table, looking for an empty seat when Neville caught up to him. "Hey, Harry!" He called and stopped the brunette. He panted when he reached him and tried to speak. "C-Can… I.. talk to you… now? It's really…"

Harry chuckled when he coughed and patted his back. "Yeah, sure, Neville. Just calm down."

Once Neville caught his breath, he pulled Harry away from the table a bit and struggled with his words. "Um… It's just a question, really…"

Harry looked a little suspicious now. "Ok, well, what is it?"

Neville stared at him weakly and confused. "Well… I heard…" He stopped and looked behind him at another table for a second. Then he took a deep breath and asked in a shaking voice, "Are you and Draco dating?"

Harry's body flinched. "What?" He asked immediately. "Draco as in Draco Malfoy? What are you talking about, Neville?"

"I-I was passing by the bathroom when I heard that girl, um… Moaning Myrtle singing. She obviously made up the song and it was about… you and Draco. She said she spotted you two kissing and that you were secretly dating from everyone…"

Harry squinted in confusion. "Myrtle said that? Why would she…" Harry turned back and searched the Slytherin table until he found the snow white hair. Draco was drinking something silently while his friends joked and laughed loudly around him. Harry stared harder and something in his head snapped harshly, like a rope suddenly breaking in two.

"I-I know it's a silly question, but I was just over thinking it, I guess from what Luna said and all."

"Luna?" Harry looked back at Neville with an even more confused face. "What did Luna say?"

Neville hesitated from a little confusion himself. "That… That she saw you and Draco at the Quidditch tower… Remember?" Harry stayed silent and stared hard at him. So Neville continued, "She said she saw you two together a lot. You two suddenly stopped fighting and then you became project partners in Snape's class-"

"No, I wasn't assigned a partner. There weren't enough people."

Neville shook his head. "No, you were with Draco. Ask Hermione and Ron, you guys studied together and Draco was a total jerk to you guys…." Neville paused when Harry looked back to the Syltherin table. "I thought it was strange what Myrtle was saying… but then it kinda clicked together… If you two were dating, you would hide it like that…"

Harry stared hard at the boy with the snow white hair until the dark eyes raised up at him. For a second they flashed a deep shade of gold that seemed to blind him from everything around him. Out of nowhere, he felt two hands on his face, cupping them gently and two warm lips touching his own. The soft words then echoed around him, but he couldn't see who they were said by. "I love you Harry Potter… I really do…"

"Harry?" Neville called and the brunette faced him again.

Harry slowly put on a smile and laughed. "Neville, will you think about what you're saying? It's Draco Malfoy. He hates me. I can't stand him. How the bloody hell would we ever get along so much as to date? Besides, we're both boys."

Neville slowly smiled and chuckled as well. "Yeah… yeah, you're right. I'm sorry, Harry. I was just surprised is all. Haha, I feel silly now."

Harry patted his shoulder and pulled him into a walk. "Don't be. I'd be confused and talk to me, too, if I was in your shoes. Let's just get over it and have some dinner."

"Yeah, you're right."

Harry followed him farther down the table until they found their seats being held by their group of friends. Harry smiled and motioned to sit down, but stopped right before doing so. He paused and slowly looked back at the pair of eyes behind him. Draco was yelling at one of his friends when his eyes flickered over and spotted the brunette staring. Both their faces went straight and their gazes locked tightly for the longest time. For the tiniest second, like he blinked and saw him wrong, Harry witnessed a flash of hurt on the other's face. Yet, Draco eventually scowled and looked away back to his annoying friends who were calling him. As Harry tried to focus on him, he lost sight of him in the crowd of Slytherin members.

"Harry! Sit down already!" Ron called from beside him and yanked on his robe.

Harry laughed and finally turned away. "All right, sheesh!" He took a seat at the Gryffindor table, melting into the sea of red and drifting farther and farther away from the sea of green. And no spell of love, no matter how strong, could pull them back together.

THE END?

Just kidding! This is what I have so far and I will try to continue it. I have some ideas on how to end this better so give me some time and hopefully I don't mess this up. Keep reviewing please! Thanks so much for all the reviews I got up to this point. I'm glad so many people liked it. Thanks everyone! I promise more stories in the future and if you want a specific one you want to read, message me and I'll be happy to write one for you.

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