Harry

It was 6:00 on a Saturday morning, and while I should be in bed, I was walking with Draco Malfoy towards Professor Mc Gonagall's office.

Let me explain. If you were listening in my last chapter, you'd know that Malfoy and I had been caught fighting by Professor Mc Gonagall. You can guess where it all played out from there. We got a detention, and we got extra homework. It all wouldn't have been so bad, if I weren't being accompanied by Draco Malfoy.

Ever since we met, when we were 11, we were sworn enemies. I vowed never to like him, not even as a friend. But 4 years later, some of my feelings had changed.

No one knew that I was gay, not even Ron or Hermione. Sure, I'd dated girls, but only to convince myself that they were who I liked. That didn;t work. I wasn't happy in any relationship I had with a girl. I felt like I was kissing a friend, rather than a girlfriend. I told everyone that I didn't have feelings for that one specific girl, but hte truth was that I didn't have feelings for any girls.

Know, I know what you're thinking. "Have you ever liked wrong?". Well, no. Ron was my best friend, but only that. In my previous years, I had liked Fred Weasley, and a 6th year, whatever his name was. This year, I had more classes with Draco Malfoy than with anyone else. We almost always got put together, and well, those were where my feleings grew.

I couldn't help but to admire his sexy smirk, or the messy way his hair grew out. I loved his sly personality, and I knew that deep down, he had some good in him. We enter the room, and are handed a thick packet. "These will be due by the end of the day" Professor Mc Gonagall says. "I suggest you get started. The teachers in which had assigned you with these will be grading them, so no slacking!". And so I take out a quill and ink, and begin to write.

7:00 am

Draco and I are now alone. Our detention has just begun, and the air is still. Things start off calm. With the only sound being the quills scrunching across the parchment, I knew this was gonna be a long one. A hour has passed, and nothing has changed. I am halfway through my homework, and I am bored. Very bored. I hope that I can make it through the day. Just six and a half hours to go. I stare at draco for a while. He certainly is cute. But no, I can't like him. Even if he did accept me being gay, which was doubtful, I knew that he would never like me the way I liked him. Besides, he was straight. Things just didn't happens that way. I return to my packet and start on transfiguration.