One Solitary Moment

One Solitary Moment

By: Azkaban Riddle

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I see you every day, without you noticing my stares. Your eyes are the Heaven I have been longing for. You are the much needed comfort and rest I have searched for years and years. I'm falling for you hard, I now know it. Your eyes and mine would blend so perfectly together.

Green and silver: Slytherin colors. Rather ironic, really.

You would have never accepted to be sorted into Slytherin House, but I can't help to think about everything that could have been different if it was so. Would you return my feelings when I had confessed them to you if you were a Slytherin instead of a bloody Gryffindor? Would you be my friend, my--my lover if I had been nicer to you in Madame Malkin's seven years ago? Could you have been sorted into my House if I had not made that sneering comment about Weasel's family?

But most importantly, would you convert into a younger replica of the Dark Lord if you had in fact been sorted here?

I love you, Harry Potter, and would give anything to be with you, along side you. Anything; you name it, without a tingle of regret.

I still cannot help thinking about the past, though. I am forced to sneer and smirk at you, lacking the proper feeling toward those actions. I would rather snog you a million times, Harry, then be rude to you once again. That's what I'm going to do.

I am going to pluck up the courage I have and go up to you. Tell you how I feel; how I have felt about you way before this reflecting moment. I will not care if you are surprised or revolted--after I confess my feelings for you I will snog you senseless... It might be the first and last time I have the opportunity to do this...

It all depends on you, Harry. My transformation into a Death Eater all depends on your answer. I being branded for life by your arch-enemy depends on you as well.

My whole entire life is in your hands, Harry. Either you destroy me today or make me the happiest man alive tomorrow.

It's all up to you... Make a decision.

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I look at you and my supposedly "oh-so-wonderful" world comes tumbling down. It hurts me so much to see the occasional sneer or smirk across your features every time you catch sight of me. I love you so much, Draco Malfoy, that I would give all I have just to share one kiss, one touch, one solitary moment with you. That's all I would give for, all I ask for, and that's all I expect to receive.

Anything you would say, I would do. My love is that strong for you, but my heart keeps on braking every time you show me hatred. You hate me, Draco, but I love you with all my being.

Sometimes I wonder hat could have happened if I had been nicer to you... If I had accepted the Sorting Hat's offer and chose Slytherin from Gryffindor.... Would I have you, as I wish to, or would things be the same as they are now? Would they really be that different? And what if you had left your petty Pureblooded pride to one side and had been sorted into Gryffindor, along my side? Would Ron have understood and taken you as a friend? Would he understand now if I told him my feelings for you?

I suppose not, and I don't want to jeopardize the friendship we have together, the "special bond." This is just so hard. If I wasn't the bloody Boy-Who-Lived, maybe this might have been easier. There I go again, thinking up the impossible. That is all it is.

I do not care anymore; Ron is very special to me, but I have to tell you what I feel for you, and if I lose my best friend in the process, well, then there's nothing for me to do. If he wishes to act that way, so be it.

During these past seven years of complexity, I have learned many significant things. One of them being happiness and love, the meaning of happiness and loving another...

These meanings are very rare to see nowadays, especially with the war. I have learned to treasure and value them so much more than before. Whatever joy we can take out of life, then we should take: It might be the last time we have the opportunity to do so.

I am going to do this, I have decided what I think is best. I am willing to tell you tonight, not caring how well you react; I have to bring this thought and fact out of my mind and heart alike. This will be hard, but I'm a Gryffindor, right?