"Hey, Draco," Goyle muttered from the mouthful of food in his mouth and gave his elbow a bump with his own. The white haired boy looked to him and followed the direction he motioned his head in. "Potter hasn't taken his eyes off you all night."

Draco glanced from his Slytherin dinner table to the Gryffindor's. Between Hermione's and Ron's heads, he spotted the brunette. His green eyes were piercing holes in him as he stared with no expression. The only time he looked away was when Neville said something to the whole table and he laughed with them. The moment he saw his smile, Draco dropped his eyes immediately to the plate of food below him.

"Well?" Goyle said.

Draco snapped, "Well, what?"

"Aren't you gonna do something about it?" Crabbe said.

"Like what?" Draco hissed, giving both of them a harsh glare. "What's the point in getting detention again for getting stared at? If it bugs you so much, you go do something, ya pussies."

The two boys went silent in an instant, easily catching the hint that he was in a bad mood. Draco tried to focus on his dinner, forcing down tiny bite after tiny bite, but the irritating burning holes in the back of his head wouldn't let him. He cursed under his breath and chugged the drink that he had every night. He jolted to his feet and started to storm away.

"Hey, Draco! Where are you going?" Goyle asked, but received no answer.

The moment Harry spotted the white hair moving through the table of Slytherin members, he slipped out of his seat and took off for the doors. Draco noticed the brunette following and quickened his pace. He was out the doors in seconds and it wasn't long before Harry was following.

"Draco!" He called and turned the corner toward the Slytherin dorms, but found the hall empty. He checked the others and found himself completely alone. He had just disappeared. He was drinking the same thing over and over… It's the only thing he drinks…

"Harry!" Ron called as he came through the busy dinner doors. "Bloody hell, you jumped off in such a rush you didn't even hear everyone calling for you?"

Harry hesitated, but slowly responded. "No, I'm sorry. I was… trying to catch him before he left…"

Ron glanced down the Slytherin corridor and let out a deep sigh. "Well, c'mon. Let's go back to-"

"You don't talk to me for two days… and now you're suddenly ok?" Harry said, sounding a bit stricter than he intended.

Ron turned back to him and rubbed his neck. "Yeah… I needed to cool my head."

Harry dropped his eyes to the floor. "Do you hate me now?"

Ron, surprisingly, laughed slightly. "Are you kidding?" He stepped closer. "Harry, you're my best friend. And I know there are things you don't tell me because there are things I don't tell you either."

Harry squinted. "Like what?"

"Like… I was dating Hermione a week before I told you."

Harry's eyes widened. "Are you serious? Why the bloody hell didn't you tell me?"

"It was something I couldn't bring up easily. So… I understood why you wouldn't tell Hermione or I about… that." He gave him one of those Ron-type shrugs and said, "I'm sorry I lost my cool."

Harry smiled and smacked his arm. "It's ok. I'm sorry for… well, everything, I guess."

The two smiled and embraced in that brotherly way, patting their backs and smiling. When they separated, Ron let out a deep, relaxing breath and asked, "So… What are you gonna do now?"

Harry looked back at the empty hall. "Considering he won't talk to me… I don't know."

When he looked back, Ron saw the slight glint in his green eyes that made him smile. "You have a plan?"

Harry smiled and patted his back, leading him towards the door. "Let's go back to dinner."

…...

Draco glanced up from the steaming bath and sighed heavily. "Didn't I make the message clear last time I talked to you?"

Moaning Myrtle swayed in that mocking way she always did and scowled upon the white hair fiend in the tub. "As if your presence is thrilling to me, too. I'm here about Harry."

Draco winced at the name and used the towel nearby to dry the dripping sweat from his face and neck. "Like I care."

"You were dating him, weren't you?"

"Do I need to threaten you again?" He said through gritted teeth. "You are to never speak of it again to anyone!"

"Even Harry?" The question made Draco stop. Myrtle turned away, disappearing and reappearing through the open and closed stalls. "He came in here a few days ago… on the verge of tears."

Draco looked away and forced the words out, "He's a pussy, then-"

"Over you!" She snapped. "He was fretting over you… and you sit here and act like you don't care at all!"

"Because I don't." Draco said fiercely, surprising the concerned ghost girl. He looked down at his reflection in the water and muttered, "He's better off without me…"

Myrtle took a deep breath and sighed. "You really are despicable… You're Draco Malfoy… from Slytherin… He's Harry Potter… from Gryffindor. It's almost like Romeo and Juliet from that play. Two star-crossed lovers that-"

"What's your point?" Draco shouted harshly, splashing the water as his body lunged forward.

"My point is that Romeo and Juliet did everything they could to be together because they loved each other. If you truly loved Harry, you wouldn't be here sulking like a stubborn child."

"I swear to God, if one more word comes out of your bloody mouth…" Draco groaned as he snatched his wand form his robe near the edge of the bath.

"It just shows how pathetic you really are by giving up so easily."

In the next instant, Draco screamed a spell and a lightening bolt of power went zapping to her. She was gone before the spell could reach her and it only burnt the tile on the back wall. As the slight puff of smoke cleared, Draco panted and dropped his wand from surprise. His eyes caught hold of his reflection once again when he dropped his head and he stared at the look in his eyes. Dark, lonely pools that dragged on and on like a never ending tunnel with no light to shed on them.

A light… The moment he visualized the brunette, he splashed the water away from him angrily and sat back. He tilted his head back and covered his face in an attempt to get away from everything. His frustration grew and his hands crawled to his snow white hair at which he tugged on. "Damn it all!" He cried and listened to his own echo.

I'm falling apart… He thought as he slowly sunk lower and lower in the water until it reached his nose. Why… Why the hell did that girl have to drug him? Why? That's where this all started! If she just would've.. .kept her nose out of his business then… As much as Draco wanted, he couldn't deny the actions he recalled. Even though he would never admit it, he was thankful for them. Now he simply wished that spell of love would've had another side affect; one where all the pain it brought was numbed….

So sorry it's so short. I didn't want it to be, but the next and most likely final scene had to be the start of a new chapter. It just has to be! Don't like it? Read something else xD Updating soon. Keep reviewing and thanks for those who do.