Alright, sorry for keeping you all waiting, but my computer quit on me, and I had to wait for it to be repaired. I will try and update more often now. I got so frustrated when every other word I typed made my computer "not respond." I am back now! Oh, and my other story hasn't been touched yet.

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I probably flew for two hours before finally touching down and heading in. A few yards ahead of me was the broom shed. As I head out, I hear giggling from the other side of the shed, and I have a terrible feeling of who that giggle belongs to. The bushes to the left of me provide a beautifully convenient hiding spot. As I glance over the top of the hedge, much to my dismay I see Harry and Ginny, her back pressed up against the shed, and in a heated snog fest. Quietly, I back away and rush into the castle. Snape reached out his hand to stop me as I plunged into the dungeons, but I dodged him just in time and flung myself into the common room. The racket I made caused everyone to turn and stare at me. I crawl into my bed and begin to cry. I can hear the other boys talking, but none of them come to comfort me. As the lights go out, I grab my journal, "Lumos," I whisper, and I begin to write:

"Your kisses are as sweet as candy,

Your touch is as soft as velvet.

I long for your stare,

Those emerald eyes.

I can't live without you,

But I can't live with you…."

Again I start to cry and close my book. There is no way I can write tonight. The sleep I drift off into is unsettling, filled with monsters not even the wizarding world can dream of.

I'm running. Where I am going, I'm not sure, but no matter how hard I try, I can't bring myself to a walk. Past buildings, now trees, now fields, and now a neighborhood. Finally I'm slowing as I approach a well-to-do household. Wait….I'm floating? A second story bedroom, with bars on the window? Where am I? I glance through the window, and much to my surprise, I see Harry! I tap on the window, hoping to get his attention. As he turns around, my heart races, longing for his eyes to meet mine. Unfortunately, I don't get what I wish. Where his face should be, is a horrid beast's. The yellow eyes that cut right through me, the fangs, the angry expression, the dripping saliva, it's too much for me. It opens its mouth and hisses, "I could never love a dark wizard. See what happened when I tried?" I let out a scream and am falling backwards through the air.

I wake up in a sweat and screaming. A glance at my wristwatch tells me I was about to be woken up anyway. I don't even feel the warmth of the shower as it runs over my delectable abs. It just feels as though there are knives penetrating my skin with every drop. I step out and glance at my pale figure in the mirror. What I once thought was the body of a sex god, I just now see a pathetic boy. Returning to the common room (fully clothed of course), I wait for Crabbe and Goyle. "C'mon boys, the old me is back I guess." We strut (yes, I strut!) into the Great Hall and nod to Professor Snape, who gives me his half of smile.

"Potter is waving at you Draco," Crabbe whispers to me. I grunt and shrug and head to the Slytherin table. I refuse to ever look at those eyes again. Half because they will never love me the way I wish, and half because I am afraid of seeing the monster from the night before. I eat in silence, with Pansy all over me. "Damnit woman! Get off me," I yell at her as she runs her hands through my hair. She looks hurt, but it stops her from touching me with her disgusting fingers.

As I enter the potions classroom, I see Harry has moved to the table across from me. Sighing, I walk over to him to hear his explanation for his behavior the night before. "Draco my love," he begins, "I can't love Ginny, I tried. It isn't possible. I miss you. I…I love you Draco." I sit there, stunned. "Harry," I whisper, "Don't toy with me. I have dangerous wizards behind me." I see him flinch away from me, but he slowly met my gaze. His beautiful eyes pleading with me to reconsider what I said.

An eternity seemed to pass as I stared into his eyes. Sighing I apologize and ask him to join me at dinner. His smile is enough to confirm our date, and as I walk back to my cauldron, I can't help but smile. As I listened to Slughorn droll on about the Draught of the Living Dead, I begin to see a vision of Professor Snape summoning me to his office. When we are finally released after Harry was done showing off anyway, I ditch out of the mass of my peers and traipse down to his office, I never thought charms was that important anyway.

Just as I raise my hand to knock on his door, a quiet, "Enter," greets me before my hand can reach the door. Slowly pushing the door open, I slip into his dark and dank office. Snape looks like a giant bat sitting behind his desk. His face drawn up in a tight scowl, one that could rival McGonnagal's and his hands clenched so tight, his already pale skin and stretched skin pulled even tighter over his bones, "You look sick Draco, you need your sleep," he said as he stared at me, unblinking. I try and clear my mind, knowing exactly what he is trying to do. "Relax Draco, I won't turn any of your doubts about yourself over to the Dark Lord. Are you still planning on completing your task?" I hesitate before nodding. "If you are unsure of your abilities, I can help you. Let me help you." Angrily I stand up, "Back off. I have to do this, he will kill me if I don't." For good measure, I slam the door behind me as I leave and head up to dinner.

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Kinda short, but at least ya'll know I didn't forget you.

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