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The dimly lit common room of Slytherin was nothing but comfort and warmth to Draco especially when she was there. It wasn't till the year fourth or fifth, he couldn't really remember, that he had noticed a certain witch staying up late into the night reading a book alone or admiring the beautiful green flames of the old fireplace dancing around with each other fondly. He never remembered when or how he had firmly decided to watch her from afar at any chance he could get. He couldn't understand: why he felt himself churning from the inside whenever she took glances at him, stood next to him, or even bickered with him at the smallest things. So, to make it easier, he simply explained it as "I hate her".

Well, that was the case until the very start of year six of him going to Hogwarts. Nothing was extraordinary: same old school, a lot of schoolwork, sleepless nights of doing homework, and demanding parents. He couldn't complain about it; he felt as though he had to be grateful for all he was given, however, never realized the price he had to pay was worse than all. That year he had to go against his own will, against all morals and a sense of simplistic rationality. That is why when he had finally spoken to her, he found himself on cloud nine. She would lift all the weight off his shoulders, make him feel at ease and most comfortable to be free. He fell in love, but at what cost? He had finally found someone to love, however, for that, he hated himself the most in the world.

Draco Malfoy fell in love with Y/N L/N.

He hated how he smiled at her in the mornings, how she smiled at him back, how beautiful she was, how she walked, how she talked, how she... Well, you get the idea. He hated how he loved her. But loved it when she loved him. He cherished every aspect of herself she dedicated to him: her time, her presence, her talents, her care. He loved it when she lit up his eyes, however, hated knowing how he never should have deserved her. He loved it when she understood him, but hated how he couldn't tell her one secret. He loved it when her waist fell into his arms in the moments of dance but hated knowing he would let himself make her fall.

Oh, what a frightful and strong word 'hate' is, isn't it? Self-destructive and horrid when some choose to feel it. The worst when the prideful and egoistic get their bloody hands on it and the best when the opposite does.

He was prideful and egoistic; she was the polar opposite.

He loved her most, hated himself more.

Now, how interesting would this end?

"Draco," I half-whispered seeing the blonde had fallen deep into his own thoughts, "Draco, what's wrong?"

"Hm?" Draco snapped out of it quickly looking back at me.

"You zoned out there for a moment," I replied worriedly examining Draco. His eyes were reflecting the already going out green flames. He was stiff; muscles tense and eyes not blinking even once. It felt as if something was oddly out of place.

"He is here," Draco whispered to himself loud enough for me to figure it out, "Bloody Voldemort is here."

And so, with that, the green flames stopped dancing as I and Draco left the common room of Slytherin running to the main entrance of the castle. I had my wand in my right hand ready for anything coming our way and the other hand interlocked with Draco's. Something about it was different, it was warm to touch. I then took a look at his eyes to see them full of life and sparks flaming them up. I would never know if I was dreaming, but this must have been the most beautiful nightmare.

"I know you know, but I love you Draco," I shouted breathlessly trying to get Draco's attention who was too concentrated on dodging the chunks of stone laying on the floor.

"You know," Draco said with the smallest smile looking back at me, "I love you too."

As we finally got on the ground floor of the castle, we slowed our steps not to stir the crowd forming in front of the school's main entrance. I wanted to see my friends and check if they were alive and well, so, I let go of Draco's hand and looked at him with an apologetic look, which he understood almost immediately. I looked back and forth looking for my friends, however, they were nowhere in sight. I pushed myself through some people frantically apologizing until I got to the front of the crowd.

My mouth parted in shock when I saw the pale man approaching the castle slowly with an abnormous crowd following him fanatically. With a swift motion of his wand, he moved aside the giant body of another magical creature. He had a proud smile plastered on his face, his head up in victory and eyes flaming with nothing but cruelty. A snake was following the horrid man swaying its body left and right as if it had just found new prey to chase after. Suddenly, I let out a soft yelp when I discovered Hagrid in the crowd all tied up carrying something. No, rather someone.

"Who's that?" I heard Ginny's shaky voice say nearby, "Hagrid's carrying. Neville, who is it?"

I could tell who it was just by one look.

"Harry Potter," Voldemort shouted pridefully with venom behind his voice, "Is dead!"

My heart dropped.

"NO!" Ginny yelled running mercilessly toward the pale man, however, got held away by her father.

"Silence!" Voldemort demanded putting his wand up to keep the redhead away, "Stupid girl. Harry Potter is dead."

This is it, we're all goners.

"From this day forth," Voldemort continued looking at us with a sick smile, "You put your faith in me."

Dead silence fell into the crowd. None of us was brave enough to step up against the huge crowd of ill-willed wizards. We knew we couldn't stand a chance. We were done for good.

"HARRY POTTER IS DEAD!" the sick man yelled louder excitedly once more getting an audience of laughter, "And now is time to declare yourself! Come forward and join us!"

"Or die," he finished his smile dropping.

A minute of silence followed the command. Everyone looked at each other, hoping no one would leave the ranks and stay put. However, it was sudden when an all-black luxurious dressed, blonde, long-haired, frail, and tired man stepped forward. He looked awfully like Draco.

"Draco!" the man mentioned above shouted with a shaky voice, "Draco."

I looked in the direction where the long-haired man was looking to see Draco standing his eyes filled with terror. He was searching for something in the crowd all over, looking for something or someone to depend on. He finally interlocked his gaze with mine, his facial expression yelling for help.

I nodded slowly a no, begging for him to stay back with us. He promised. He had to stay with me.

Suddenly, all of that changed when a woman, dressed in the same manner as the long-haired man stepped forward.

"Draco," she whispered gently, and with the utmost care, "Come."

Draco's gaze left mine and shifted onto the woman who just spoke. He looked down at the ground trying to avoid the strict, yet loving look in her eyes. It looked as if he was about to cry. He didn't know what to do. But he must have. He promised, didn't he? He was going to stay with me till the very last moment.

Draco would never break that promise.

That's till when footsteps rang through my ears as I watched the boy I loved most going forward to meet Voldemort.

My vision went black.

"Ah! Draco!" Voldemort exclaimed happily, "Well done, Draco. Well, done."

I could only hear.

The rest of it remained a blur in my head. I felt how my heart was shattered into pieces yet again. He had left me again. I was never going to be enough for him to stay. He didn't keep the promise and left. Oh, what a God-awful feeling this was. I loved him, yet at the moment, I despised him the most in the world.

Draco is my most beautiful dream. The most beautiful nightmare of mine. I hate him.

Reality snapped back into my head when I heard a loud thud. I quickly opened my eyes to see Harry on the ground who promptly stood up; alive and well.

"CONFRINGO!" Harry yelled out loud aiming his wand at the snake.

Voldemort was dumbfounded. he still hadn't realized what had gone down until he saw harry running behind one of the standing pillars near him. Voldemort hysterically took out his wand and started blasting all the pillars up to get Harry. But he was too late. Death Eaters, scared shitless, started running away as they evaporated into smoke one by one looking for a narrow escape.

The ones who remained with Voldemort started attacking trying to penetrate the castle, however, they were held away with a protection curse from one of the Aurors. Seeing that there was no way of finding the chosen boy, Voldemort Apparated along with his snake.

Where was I? Running after the escaping blonde who had broken my promise and heart.

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