Dumbledore died two days ago. I have no words to describe this emptiness I'm still feeling.

I can't believe I was actually right about Draco. He really was a Death Eater. Of course, I never imagined that his first mission would be to kill Dumbledore. When he was there, in the Astronomy Tower and he couldn't kill the Headmaster, I have to admit that I felt a certain relief, however that relief only lasted until the other Death Eaters arrived and Snape did the job for him.

Even now that I know what Draco's purpose was, I don't know why I still think about him, or why I still wonder what he's doing.

I spent the whole year thinking and following Draco, suspecting him of being a Death Eater, and mind you, I was right. But even now, knowing my suspicions were correct, why can't I get him out of my thoughts?

I could barely sleep those two days. I felt so desolate and incredulous over Dumbledore's death that I had to take a relaxing potion Madam Pomfrey had given me to get some sleep.

I had strange dreams, at first I dreamed of Dumbledore falling from the tower, but then the dream changed. I saw myself kissing someone. My heart sped up and my body heated up.

Am I dreaming that I'm kissing Gina? No, it can't be her, I've been dating her for a few months, but my heart doesn't race like that when we kiss.

The unknown person continued to kiss me intensely, his tongue exploring every corner of my mouth with a lot of desire and need. One of his hands pressed my hips against his body, while the other remained under my shirt, sliding across my chest and sending shivers down my spine.

Even though I knew it was a dream, I felt curious to know whose cold mouth I was loving kissing. I took this person by the arms and pulled him away to see his face. I froze when I saw there, flushed and embarrassed, Draco Malfoy

I woke up with a jump. My heart was still pounding for the beauty of the dream, and for the fright when I saw who I was kissing.

Did I really dream that I kissed Draco, my enemy since... well, since I've known myself as a wizard? And still a man?

Even though I think I'm going crazy for good, I have to admit that I enjoy the kiss. That was the most intense kiss I've ever had, even if it was only in a dream. What the hell am I thinking? My head is a mess, maybe it's the effect of relaxing potion Madam Pomfrey gave me.

After I got up, I dressed for the funeral. I noticed that the dorms were empty. Everyone must have already decided.

I was heading to the Great Hall when I bumped into Professor Slughorn.

"Harry, my boy, I'm glad I found you. I was going to look for you right now."

"Well, I'm here. What do you want, teacher?"

"I want to give you this" he said, handing me a bottle that contained a very strange potion, which reminded me of muggle soda.

"What is it, sir?"

"It's a stimulating potion, I made it especially for you."

"I appreciate it, but I don't need any potion, sir."

"But I made it especially for you, my boy! I know you're down, hurting more than anyone, so... Please?" He held the bottle out to me again. I sighed taking the potion and drinking it all at once. Even the taste seemed to be refrigerator.

I handed the empty vial to the professor.

"Thank you sir."

The teacher looked a little apprehensive, but he said goodbye to me and went back to the classroom potions.

With a strange tightening feeling in her belly, she made her way to the school grounds, where everything was ready for the funeral.

Ron, Hermione and Gina were already waiting for me.

During the tributes, I felt strange. My body was hot, and my mind started to be invaded by several images from my dream. I couldn't pay attention at the funeral. My mind was full of images of Draco. I thought about the feeling of his cold hand walking across my chest, even if it was a dream, his touch and his cool skin felt so real.

It was then that I realized that the funeral was over, and that I couldn't pay attention to anything.

I turned to Gina beside me and decided it was time to end our relationship, after all it was too dangerous for her to date me, and I wasn't in love with her anymore to want to risk it. She didn't make a fuss or cry, she simply said she understood, even though she looked very sad,

I got up and went for a walk along the shore of the lake. My head remained on Draco. I sat under the tree where my father used to sit with his friends, and I watched the lake and tried to calm my body, which for some reason was burning, making me sweat

I sighed trying to relax to turn down the heat.

Ron and Hermione caught up with me. We talked a little, then the two said they were going to finish packing their belongings, as the Hogwarts Express would leave at six in the afternoon, so I stayed there alone.

My body can't relax, it's already becoming uncomfortable. I don't know what's wrong with me, it's like something is missing. And I don't understand why my mind stays stuck in this dream? Not a dream, that was a nightmare. It sure was a nightmare.

I should be disgusted for even thinking about kissing Draco Malfoy. I'm sure that he would feel that about me. He hates me, just like after everything he's done to me I should hate him, but I can't. At the moment I feel resentment, but it's not enough to be hate...

To be honest I already hated Draco, I hated him until the end of the fourth year, then that feeling changed. I felt curiosity, and a strange urge to approach, and try to make friends, but I was afraid, because I know he hates me, and would never want to talk to me about it. And Ron and Hermione would never agree to have Draco around.

I don't know how I feel about him exactly. For some reason, after last night's dream... nightmare, I can't help but feel the urge to... touch his face or kiss him. It's a feeling very similar to what I felt for Cho, or for Gina in the beginning of our courtship, or maybe it's even stronger than what I felt for them.

Just thinking about kissing him like in the dream makes my body shiver and burn so intensely that beads of sweat are already forming on my forehead. To think of those grayish blue eyes that always held an irritating menacing look, or that rosy mouth that only opened to offend me in some way... But so beautiful. Both eyes and mouth...

-Hey!

Someone called pulling me out of looking, but I didn't see anyone my thoughts indecent.

- Here, Potter!

I got up and looked around again. That voice was strangely familiar to me and it came from the Forbidden Forest. I took a few steps towards the forest, my body still it burned and now, my lower abdomen was pulling.

What the hell is going on with my body?

I took a deep breath and looked for the person calling me. I saw a shadow among the trees, my hand tightened around my wand which is still in my pocket.

"Here, Potter!" he repeated.

My heart stopped for a second when I recognized the voice. It can't be... Has he completely lost his mind?!

I walked to the edge of the forest, my heart sped up and I bit my bottom lip when my lower abdomen tightened. My suspicions were confirmed.

Right there, hidden in the shadows of one of the trees, was Draco Malfoy, the person my fiery body wanted to see the most.