You

"You"

What is this "You" I love so well

Whose face and form forever dwell

within my heart?

Is it the face that makes you "You,"

With smiles that thrill me through and

through

though we're apart?

There he was, just so casually leaning against the stone wall of the corridor. His hair fell easily in place, looking feathery and so shiny; his eyes gave off an air of indifference, a sense of aristocracy that you could not help but stare at; his entire posture and gait commanded respect and attention; and for some, raw emotion.

You, came the unbidden thought from somewhere deep inside the troubled mind. A smile had crept over the face of this angelic aristocrat and it caused these "raw emotions" to boil over. Fuck.

Turning, eyes closed, the image still came to play. Damn it!

Or is't the form which comes to view,

That seems so much apart of "You"

I love so dear?

What was it about him that made these feelings so uncontrollable? Why him? Of all people! Glaring was not going to accomplish anything; yet, what was it that needed to be accomplished? What was wanted from this situation?

"What a pounce!" Someone to the right had breathed angrily; his voice ringing loud enough for other's to hear.

A sound like music, like angel's singing, meant he was laughing; laughing softly and slowly, his eyes boring into the offending young boy.

"What's the matter, Weasley, bothered because Granger can't stop looking me up and down?" Draco Malfoy glanced to one side of Ron, smiling in a completely wicked way.

Anger bubbling, words unbidden came pouring out; "You-- you, fucking,--"

Draco's eyes darted to lock his eyes with those so full of anger. "Why, I never realized what a sensitive subject I was with you lot." He was as blasé' about it as though perhaps he were commenting on the weather; although, he could probably make that into something extravagant, without even trying; yet, at the same time, his eyes were questioning and curious.

Suddenly, the Potions Master had arrived and the exchange was broken.

Feeling quite uneasy after such a long tedious lesson, it only made sense to hurry as far away from the source of all the worry.

You-- you, idiot!

Why was it so difficult suddenly to be around him?

Ah, no! Were both some other thing,

Still if to me your heart 't would bring,

O never fear--

Sitting by the lake was probably the best place to be. At least the cool air would bring common sense and reasoning back. At least, that was the intent. Still, nerves were unsettled; were things always so complex and layered? Shaking away the feelings wasn't helping and there was no way the Gryffindor common room would bring solace; peace of mind-- not with all those people milling about; oh, and the homework! No one could concentrate on homework in a time like this! So, sitting by the lake was the only way to be; the only place to be; just as long as no one interrupted the peace and--

"Well, well, fancy seeing you here," came the unmistakable drawl of Draco Malfoy.

"What do you want?" So scathing; so angry. It sent chills of worry through out one's body; yet, the chills did not mean what one could hope them to mean.

"Oh, touchy, now aren't we." Draco sat down; he sat down, mere inches from the once lone figure. "I merely wanted to enjoy the sunset and find that I am not the only one out here-- what? You don't want company?" He seemed to know something and that in itself was unnerving. Draco must have noticed this, for he shook his head and said softly, "Don't worry; you've nothing to fear."

"Who said I was afraid?"

"It's in your eyes, you little--"

"Shut up."

"Alright, but I was just being friendly."

"Well, stop. It's weird."

This seemed to amuse Draco; he giggled at this.

He's-- giggling! Malfoy-- giggle?!!?

"What?" Draco stopped giggling, noting the intense stare he was receiving. "Jeeze, lighten up."

"You've gone mad, I think."

"Oh, yes, I'm sure I have-- I mean, I don't know what possessed me, but I decided to go looking for you after that little episode before Potions today. It's just something I thought we should discuss."

"There is nothing to discuss. I hate you; you hate me; my friends hate you. You are a foul, evil--"

"Oh, come off it. You don't hate me; you don't hate me anymore than I hate you."

These words, obviously unexpected, caused silence to fall. This seemed to please Draco, for his smile widened and he leaned forward, closing the small gap so that now only a few centimeters separated the two.

"If you really think I'm frightening then why don't you just run?" he said, raising an eyebrow. Of course, Draco knew this was not an option; not anymore. "That's what I thought," he murmured, leaning in further.

I'd known it well; since all that's best,

And sweet, and pure, that in you rest,

Is mind above.

For when God thought of something

True,

His angels came straightway to you--

If inhibition had been a problem before, it was no problem now. Neither spoke, neither moved; each knew that they could easily close the gap between them with just the smallest of movements. Not thinking, a tongue licked dry lips, making contact with another pair of lips. Draco's eyes seemed to smile at this, knowing that the wand was in his hand and he could do with it what he liked.

"Still scared?"

"I never was."

"Prove it."

In that instant they had closed the gap; both at the same time had moved in; both had locked the other in a soft, wistful kiss. The kiss deepened and soon the intensity of it was so much that they had to stop to catch their breaths.

"Oh, god."

"What's wrong?"

"Ron's going to murder me! That's what's wrong."

"Right, and you think, what? The other Slytherins aren't going to want to curse me into oblivion?"

A startled look must have crossed those worried eyes, as Draco simply nodded solemnly.

"Well, then, why did you--"

"Because, silly, you are--" A nervous pause, so unlike Draco, made the situation all the more memorable.

"What?"

"You."

"Me."

"Yes, you--" Draco said smiling, then leaned in once more and they were, again, kissing, passionately.

--The "You" I love.

And Harry tried desperately not to smile as he and Draco Malfoy kissed each other in a mad frenzy of mixed emotion. It seemed like this was all they had ever wanted, and suddenly their past did not matter; it was as though they had never hated each other, because in that moment, they knew this was it; this was everything; this was Harry and Draco and nothing could change that.

Harry laughed, It's me. And it's him. It's you, Draco, he thought, the "You" I love.