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Harry's POV:

A week and a half had past, although it felt like a really long time, given the fact that it seemed pretty unrealistic to say the least—but not particularly in a bad way.

I cannot physically nor mentally recall a term in my life where my feelings are as electrified as now.

It all started after the night I shared with him; where one second we were arguing about him and Astoria's so-called accident, and the other he had his lips tracing every square inch of my body.

That did not really help with the complications of our relationship...

however, one thing I knew for sure after that, was that Draco Malfoy is going to be the death of me—and I'm also not saying this in a negative way either.

It was a bit hard for me to forgive him that easily; it did take some convincing- or should I say, some words that you would never imagine coming out of Draco Malfoy's mouth.

And now, as I lay down on my bed, not bothering to move or get up due to my mind continuously replaying the events of this week, I permitted my subconscious to drift to a moment where everything felt so good to be real.

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"Oh okay, Malfoy. Just admit that even last night was a mistake to you, won't you?"  I speed walked towards the wardrobe where he was pretending to look for something just to avoid my presence.

I shook my head in disappointment, slowly arriving on the verge of giving up and leaving—and not to my surprise, it worked. I was suddenly standing on the doorway of his dorm- yes- we were now in his dorm, since when I woke up this morning, Malfoy was no where to be seen, and I somehow found my way here, probably looking for answers. I mean, can you blame me?

"Is that what you always do, Draco?" I stopped in my tracks and turned back to ask him. "You fuck up, bicker, then fuck the person you fucked up with, before completing leaving them hanging and telling them it was a fucking mista-"

"I never bloody said that." He cut me off suddenly, with a stone cold tone, lifting his head up to face me. "I don't do tha-" He paused, taking in a deep breath. He was clearly uncomfortable in elaborating his feelings.
"Not with you, no."

At first, I was a bit confused—it took me a second. "Yeah right. What do you mean 'not with me'?" The words flew out of my mouth smoothly, but there was a hint of a mocking tone in between.

"For Merlin's sake. You're so fucking dense, Potter." He sighed, gesturing his hands in the air.

"Heard that before." I said, raising my eyebrows quickly.

"What I mean-" He began. "Is that you're- not—"
"You're different, okay?"

I felt a laugh escape my mouth at his words. It was clear that I was having a hard time believing him... or so I thought.
"Different? Really, Malfoy?" I inched a bit closer to where he was standing, as he glared deeply into my soul with an expression that could not be explained. "Please, do tell how am I different when all you fucking do-"

"Because I love you, you fucking bastard!"

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A smile crept up on my lips at the memory as I snapped back into reality. That was the first time in which he has ever expressed something like that to me, let alone told me he loved me. I'll admit, at first I couldn't tell if he was completely telling the truth or if he truly did mean what he had said, but it doesn't matter.
I mean, let's face it, Draco Malfoy out of all people would never let such words slip out of his mouth that easily. He must have been holding it in for too long—denying his true feelings, because that's what he does.
I truly did want to say it back...
well I could have, if only he did not force me out of the room right after.

A sigh made it's way out of my mouth—it was both filled with a mixture of uncertainty and euphoria.

I also had no clue of what day it is. It was pretty weird if it's a day in the week, given the fact that Hermione had not woken me up for class with her screaming. With that being said, I looked over towards the bed right beside me, and to my bewilderment, Ron was also no where to be seen.

That must mean that we do have class, I think—and I'm going to be late for the third time this semester, wonderful.

Throwing the covers off of my body, I felt myself shiver at the feeling of the cold ground connecting with my bare feet.

I scanned for my glasses and placed them on the bridge of my nose, standing up and heading to the washroom to change and stuff.

—

It was suspiciously quiet today as I exited the Common Room—although I could still hear some murmuring from around the hall.

I was definitely late for class, and I'm pretty sure I've got potions too—double homicide, even though I'm still pissed at the fact that none of my friends in the form had woken me up for some reason.

But hey, at least I'll get to see him, and the chance to confess my feelings back.

I was almost there, my feet shifting along the floor. However, a sunken feeling in my guts couldn't help but suspect- or sense something off in the aura. It was uncomfortably quiet but at the same time it felt as if someone was there, like—
following me.

I told myself that it was probably some student rushing to class or something, in attempt to disregard my paranoia.

Well, you could say that failed... unfortunately.

In a split of a second and a gasp exiting my throat,

all I know was that I was no longer in the great hall, but indeed in the hands of someone...

someone dangerous,

because all I could feel was myself being dragged, my voice being muffled,

and all I could see was black.