Anna

Empty...

hdsatin@hotmail.com — Mon, 10 Feb 2003 15:01:16 GMT

Anger -- pain -- sorrow.

Emotions too deep to express with words.

Philosophy too alien to be understood.

How, oh how?

I wish i could show you -- love, hate, anger, fear, hope, awe.

I want to.

I don't want to feel inadequete, traped, imperfect, dirty, unloved, despised, forgotten, hated, used.

But I do, and I am.

I only wish I could show you, then maybe I wouldn't feel this way.

Empty.

Huh...

hdsatin@hotmail.com — Fri, 07 Feb 2003 15:12:31 GMT

So obviously I'm bored. Not sorta-bored-i-can-think-of-things-i'd-rather-do, but really , truly bored.

Or maybe it has something to do with the preppie guy sitting next to me in Computer lab. Guess what he's doing? Oh, you'll never guess this.....

He's searching in Google for himself (as in sports and stuff).

Unless...ok, that's creepy. now he's searching for dead people in our town Obituary. ::is sincerely creeped out, and that one fic that vanityfair was talking about with Harry and his Father and stuff comes to mind....eeek!::

Anyways.....went to sabershadowkat.com and checked out some of the recs. She's got great ones, and updates frequently. No wading through the crappy stuff.

And if Dan's reading this, there's 4 gay guys in my school. Josh Thatcher (friend), Jason Feliciano, Aaron Hill, and Andy Blind.

menda! When are you going to get on again?! I need you! ::huggles menda plushie in defiance for loss of menda::

::sighs:: Ok, I better go keep writing on the 3rd chappie of Kairos. And get more on the HP ficcie.

RPG

hdsatin@hotmail.com — Tue, 04 Feb 2003 15:30:36 GMT

I really want to join an RPG, does anyone know any good Harry Potter/Hogwarts RPGs out there?

Heh

hdsatin@hotmail.com — Sun, 02 Feb 2003 20:11:58 GMT

Well, well...

What do you know?

Which Famous Homosexual are you?

::shudders::

hdsatin@hotmail.com — Sun, 02 Feb 2003 16:09:12 GMT

Quizzes I took.

Ack, this is scary! (Even though Jason Issacs is cute...heh)

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The HP Male Marriage Quiz made by Sapphire.

Hmmm. Yup, that's me.

You are Goth!Draco.

Pale, black clothes. The Draco of bad angsty
poetry! You walk hand in hand with
angsty!Draco, maybe the two of you should get
together sometime, I'm sure angsty!Draco could
appriciate your poetry...

What kind of Draco are you?
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Ummm...::drools::

You are Draco's leather trousers!

You are made of dragon hide and were lent to Draco
by Charlie Weasley. Immortalised in Cassandra
Claire's "Draco Sinister," you are
the symbol that characterises Fanon!Draco. The
HP Purists hate you, but legions of fangirls
(and a good number of fanboys) lust after
you... as long as you are worn by Draco.

Which Item of Draco's Clothing Are You?
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Heh.

You're Tale of the Shining Prince Draco! You're
artsy-fartsy, you play the harp, collect
paintings and write lists. Basically you're a
wuss. Also, your grandad raped you. And when
you died, Harry mourned for like two days and
then tried to seduce your son. Bastard!

Which fucked-up loser Draco Malfoy are you?
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Dreams (what strange themes).

hdsatin@hotmail.com — Sun, 02 Feb 2003 16:02:34 GMT

I had the most odd (and lengthy) dream last night.

Since it's now quite a long time after I woke up, some of the parts are fuzzier than they first were.

Obviously, some people who read this might not want the slashy part, so just go here if you want it.

So on to the dream:

At first it started out with the slashy part (see above), then it had Angel (David Boreanaz) swimming in a fish tank. He had a tail, he was a merman. Well, a little, tiny fish comes up at bites him. Supposedly, the fish has a poison bite. So Angel's friends (Gun, etc.) have to go to this tree to help him. On the tree is some sort of eclipse thingy. Then my dream goes to Angel, who is walking on a highway, all beat up. He's trying to get over some fences, but they're really high and electric, so he can't. He keeps on walking, and there's a sort of anonymous voice saying that because of who he is, he needs a job, or he's gonna keep getting into the news for being beat up. Now, Angel morphs into me. I walk across the highway to my designated job. Which is some sort of restaurant outside of a gas station. I go up, and it's Subway. I'm supposed to put the cheese on the subs, but all that's ever on the subs in the end are cheese and mayo (no bread, just cheese and mayo). Then I decide to go visit my parents. I go with one of my co-workers, who when I tell her who my parents are, freaks. I have to go through all this security just to see my parents, because they are big robotic company CEO's (they live apart), and I wake up before I get to see them.

Now, I know there was more to it, but that alone (what I remembered) was very strange. I think I should go consult some Dream specialist, or check out a book on dreams at the library.

Strange...

Whoa...

hdsatin@hotmail.com — Thu, 30 Jan 2003 15:20:40 GMT

Wow. After a whole bunch of time with a nasty head-nose-throat virus or whatever it was, I'm glad to be back! Even though I do still sound like a guy...grrr.

Hey! Go to poetry.com search for anna dae and hannah koontz, then you can read my poems. ^_^

i'm bored, and i can't think right now...

tonight i'll post the poem my friend wrote. (it sincerely creeped me out)

toodles!

grrrrr

hdsatin@hotmail.com — Tue, 14 Jan 2003 22:05:46 GMT

I am never ever ever again goign to show my picture to a guy on the internet.

Why can't they show their own picture back? Ok, I understand if they might not be cute, or if they're fat or something, but hey! so am i! And if I have the courage to show a guy my own picture, then he should to. Ne? Plus, girls are more insecure than guys.

Anyways....i was mad, now i'm not. Just...sort of sad. Can't explain it, just seem sort of empty.

Pens and Detention Part Two

hdsatin@hotmail.com — Tue, 14 Jan 2003 01:40:09 GMT

Hey! Here's Pens and Detention Part Two. Hope you enjoy!

Title: Pens and Detention

Author name: badfaith

Author email: anna@tomfelton.zzn.com

Author website: http://www.undisguised.net and http://nightfall.undisguised.net

Category: Romance

Sub Category: Humor

Rating: PG

Summary: Harry. Draco. A pen. And Detention.

DISCLAIMER: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. The plot and title are mine, though!

Warning: This story contains the suggestion of slash between two teenage boys.

Shuffle.

Creak.

er-Chink!

Shuffle.

"Going somewhere?"

Stumble.

"Out."

Slam.

A sigh.

Grumble.

Mumble.

Grumble-mumble.

Mumble-grumble.

Shuffle.

Pause.

A hand reaches into a pocket and pulls out a folded age-riddled blank parchment.

Crinkle.

A few words are murmured, and a map appears. Emerald eyes study it for a few moments, murmur a few more words, in which the map dissolves on the paper, and pause for a moment in decision.

Shuffle.

Bang.

A smile.

"That’s door’s not used to such abuse, you know."

A glare.

"Someone should send it a card welcoming it to the real world, then."

Emerald eyes twinkle with an unnamable emotion as the bore into silver eyes across the room.

"What’s wrong?"

Concern.

Green eyes shift away, embarrassed.

"Harry,"

They flash back.

"Draco, it’s just--"

Glittering streaks of wetness mar pale skin.

Squeak.

Shuffle.

"Harry, love. I know."

Arms stretch outward towards the crying boy, loving and caring.

He throws himself into the awaiting arms, and they envelop him in a comforting hug.

Sniffle.

A sigh.

A smile.

A kiss.

Click.

A red-head boy and a girl with frizzy brown hair look up.

The boy with emerald eyes looks down at the floor, shuffling his feet, awkward.

Shuffle.

Swush.

A cough.

He looks up into the curious eyes of the boy and girl.

"Ron, Herm. I have something I need to talk to you about."

Curious turns to startled, then inviting.

The girl pats the empty place beside her.

Shuffle.

Creak.

Swush.

"Well?"

The Inquisition begins.

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muahahahaha

hdsatin@hotmail.com — Mon, 13 Jan 2003 15:42:45 GMT

So I just went to menda's LiveJournal! and clicked on all the Quizzes she took and took them all. So, here's what i got. ^_^

AHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAA!!!!

You're a villain!

...though you prefer to think of yourself as misunderstood. You know the world would be a better place if they'd only let you be in charge of it, and if they don't appreciate your genius by themselves you're willing to make them. You've got good hair, a secret base and an ambivalent relationship with the bishounen hero. You've got the money, the women, the best mecha and your own private army, but you still lose in the end to some jumped-up kid with spiky hair. There is no justice. <a href="http://www.thenoodlebowl.com/oav/quiz1.html">Which generic anime character are you?</a> 
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What Goddess are you?
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Which Final Fantasy Villain Are Ye?
created by dimknight and kefkafanatic
go and immerse in complete mental insanity

What's your sexual appeal?
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I Am

Which tarot card are you?

Pens and Detention

hdsatin@hotmail.com — Mon, 13 Jan 2003 15:16:27 GMT

The first chapter of my new Onomatopoeia-style fic. The next one is 3/4 the way done, so expect it today sometime or tomorrow.

Title: Pens and Detention

Author name: badfaith

Author email: anna@tomfelton.zzn.com

Author website: http://www.undisguised.net and http://nightfall.undisguised.net

Category: Romance

Sub Category: Humor

Rating: PG

Summary: Harry and Draco onomatopoeia-style.

DISCLAIMER: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. The plot and title are mine, though!

Warning: This story contains the suggestion of slash between two teenage boys.

The silver handcrafted antique pen scratched noisily across yellow age-riddled parchment.

Screech.

Scratch.

Scritch-scritch.

"Damn."

Swush-swish. Swush-swish.

Swipe.

Pause.

The pen was clamped tightly between a row of straight, white teeth, nibbling frantically on the end. A pink tongue darted out of the exquisitely shaped mouth, encircling the tip of the pen and as quickly as it had appeared it darted back in.

A cough.

The rustling of clothes.

Silence.

Scratch.

Scritch-scratch.

A sigh.

Scritch.

A pause once more.

The pen’s tip was wholly encircled by the previously mentioned exquisite mouth, bathed in the hot moist cavern. The pink tongue swirled around it, and the owner was oblivious to the emerald green eyes rooted on their mouth. The pen was getting quite a treatment.

A groan.

Silver eyes widened and snuck a glance at emerald ones.

A wink from the silver.

A narrowing of eyes from the green.

Scritch-scritch-scritch-

"You bastard."

-Scritch.

A smirk.

A lunge.

The thump of two bodies landing on the floor.

A sigh.

A groan.

"That bloody pen is going to hell."

"Oh? So soon?"

A smile.

"You tease."

"And you know it, Po—mmph."

A laugh.

Hiya!

hdsatin@hotmail.com — Sat, 11 Jan 2003 20:38:35 GMT

menda commented on my LiveJournal! First to do so, I might add. Thanks! ^_^

At Calling Hours last night for a person who died in our church (had to go, that's the problem with being a PK), I started writing a sequel to Pens and Detention. I'm still squeaking it a bit, but it might be up soon.

Dan's friends are strange. 'nuff said.

Checking in...

hdsatin@hotmail.com — Tue, 07 Jan 2003 15:40:32 GMT

YAY!

menda wrote a fic for me. I'm not sure if it's entirely what I expected, but it was so good I can forgive her.

Yesterday I was really freaked out. This guy on AIM kept IM'ing me, wanting to know where I live. Seriously. I blocked him, but he must ahve had at least five different AIM names, because every time I blocked him, he IM'd me with a different name, each time getting angrier.

I suppose it would have really freaked me out if I hadn't been talking to my friend Dan. What he said about the guy totally made me want to huggle him till he suffocated.

More on this later...bell's ringing for end of class.

Kairos 2/?

hdsatin@hotmail.com — Mon, 06 Jan 2003 00:36:43 GMT

Title: Kairos

Chapter: Two/?

Author name: badfaith

Author email: anna@tomfelton.zzn.com

Author website: http://www.undisguised.net and http://nightfall.undisguised.net

Category: Angst

Sub Category: Drama

Rating: R

Summary: A Divination Project goes awry, sending Harry and Draco four hundred years into the Future. They soon learn that they must pay the price for their folly.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of J.K. Rowling's characters, places, or ideas, however, I do own my own ideas. Do not steal them.

Warning: This story contains slash, which is a boy-boy relationship. If that's not your cup o' tea, I suggested you find some that is, or you'll miss your teatime. Also, I suggest getting some Kleenex, because you most definitely will need it. If you have a weak stomach, do not read this.

A/N: Thanks for all your awesome reviews. Yes, I know the first chapter was a little short, but this chapter is longer! All I ask is that you review. ;)

Chapter Two

Soulmates

For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright,

Who art as black as hell, as dark as night.

--William Shakespeare, Sonnet #147

He stood in the pale gray mist, unsure at what he was doing there. It seemed he had been standing there for years when a dark spot showed up in his line of vision. It seemed to be coming closer, the blackness sharpening into the outline of a person, running towards him.

They were looking behind themselves as they ran, haphazardly and stumbling. The figure was almost where Harry was standing, only a few yards away. They looked at Harry in a swift glance before looking once more behind them. Harry didn’t realize where the stranger was running until they were clasped about his body.

Help…..please. I……can’t escape it.

Then he looked Harry straight in the eyes, tilting his head up, white hair streaming down his back.

Harry. Came the pleading whisper out of Draco’s mouth. His gray eyes were filled with fear.

Harry. He repeated it like a mantra. Harry, please. Harry, Harry, Harry….

Harry!" He shot straight up in his bed, sweat running in rivulets down his shaking body.

"Harry, thank god you’re awake! Ron and I have been trying to wake you for ten minutes already." Hermione’s concerned face was a bit blurred in Harry’s vision, but he could make it out. He reached over and snatched he glasses off the stand. After putting them on he eyed Hermione, who was looking quite frazzled.

"What happened?" His voice was gritty, as if it had not been used for a long time. His throat was sore and he had a hard time swallowing because it was so scratchy. Hermione frowned and sat down at the end of his bed.

"You were screaming bloody murder, that’s what you were doing, Harry." Harry felt a flush of embarrassment and guilt, to have to drag his friends into his personal problems. "What was your nightmare about?"

Harry swallowed once more. He wasn’t sure he wanted Hermione or Ron to know. It seemed sort of personal. Between him and Malfoy, almost. "It was just a left-over from last time, Herm. Nothing to worry about."

She looked at him, not sure if he was actually telling the truth. In the end she just nodded, sure that he would tell her if he needed to.

"Where’s Ron?" Harry asked. The red-head was nowhere in sight. Hermione flushed guiltily, avoiding his gaze.

"He left. He’s waiting for me in the Common Room."

Harry understood. Ron was stretched as it was. He had a hard decision to make, and Harry wouldn’t deter him from his thinking.

"It’s all right, Herm. I understand." Harry reached out and placed a comforting hand on Hermione’s.

"You do?" The brunette sighed with relief. "I wasn’t sure you would." Harry squeezed her hand reassuringly and went to get out of bed.

"Do you mind, Herm?" He laughed. "I need to get dressed." She blushed a light shade of red.

"Oh no, not at all." She scurried out of the room as fast as she could. Harry just shook his head and chuckled.

He was heading towards the Library, intent on finding something out about Latrina Vernius.

Malfoy mentioned her yesterday. I wonder who she is?

When he got there he asked Madame Pince, and she gave him a funny look, but led him to the section anyway. She took four books off the shelf and plopped them in his hands.

He gave a startled oof at the weight of the books, and she scurried off, but not before giving him another strange glance before returning to her work.

Oh gods, Malfoy. What have you gotten me into?

He settled down at an empty table and spread out the books, studying them.

The smallest was brown and shiny, labeled in gold shiny letters : Soulmates and Their Attributes

Harry’s heart plummeted to the floor. Soulmates? Oh, god.

The next one smelled of roses, medium sized and blue velvety cloth. In sliver large print it read : How To Find Your Soulmate

Harry groaned.

Slightly larger than the last, a black book with white lettering stated : How To Harness and Use Powers You’ve Never Dreamed Of With Your Soulmate

Harry was now past humiliation, bordering on giggling.

The last one was large and massive, dusty film covered it. Harry puffed at it and wiped the grime away with a hand to reveal cursive silver words on a dark green cover : What Are Soulmates? The Complete Guide to Soulmates

And all of them were written by Latrina Vernius.

Harry decided to start on the smallest one and work his way up.

What in the world was Malfoy smoking? Was his last thought before delving into the world of Latrina Vernius and her "soulmates".

Hours later a suitably impressed and now obsessed Harry looked at the time and realized he had missed lunch, and was bordering on missing supper. He could feel his stomach rumble at the thought, so he closed the book he was on (How to Find Your Soulmate), and headed towards the Main Hall, but not before a still curious Madame Pince eyed him oddly as he left.

Harry entered the Great Hall and sat down next to Hermione.

"Harry, I haven’t seen you since this morning. What have you been up too?" Ron asked politely from across the table.

Harry grinned slightly. "Just reading in the Library."

Ron snorted and Hermione stared.

"Reading?" Obviously, her curiosity was peaked as she slightly leaned forward.

"Yes."

Hermione spluttered. "What?"

"What what?"

"No, what were you reading?" She huffed.

"Oh. Latrina Vernius." And Harry piled his plate high with food, missing the confused look on Ron’s face and the deep red blush of amusement on Hermione’s.

Full and satiated, Harry headed as quickly as he could back to the Library, leaving a confused Hermione and Ron behind, and a pair of silver gray eyes followed him as he left. As soon as he had sat back down next to the books he had left, an amused Malfoy straddled the bench next to Harry.

"Well, Potter, I didn’t expect you to be in such a hurry for our meeting." A smirk was displayed proudly on Malfoy’s pink lips.

Harry rolled his eyes, and flushed guiltily. (Truth be told, he had forgotten.)

"No, Malfoy, I was just coming here to finish reading a book I had started." Harry defended, albeit poorly with his red cheeks and short breath from running.

Malfoy’s gray eyes skimmed the title of the book nearest him, and smirked.

"Latrina Vernius, eh? Looking for someone who would want to kiss your ugly Scarface?"

Harry huffed and stared at Malfoy. "You’re the one that suggested I look her up."

Malfoy raised one elegant eyebrow. "I didn’t actually think you’d take my advice, Potter."

"Well, maybe sometimes any advice from any person is worth looking up or doing." Harry countered.

"Oh, Potter." The smirk was clearly evident, as was the frank amusement in Malfoy’s twinkling eyes. "There’s so much you don’t know."

Harry’s eyebrows meshed in confusion. "What’s that supposed to mean?"

Malfoy chuckled, quite unnerving to Harry as tingles raced down his spine. He was also aware of Malfoy’s legs straddling indecently the bench, forcing his slim, well-toned legs to spread apart, almost invitingly…

Pull yourself together, Harry!

"I think, Potter, that we should discuss what our aspect of Premonition is going to be." Malfoy smoothly changed the subject, jerking Harry from visions of benches and Malfoy, and what he could do with them.

"Maybe we should look up some books about Premonition and see what type of things it entails and is related to." Harry suggested.

"Perhaps. But -- " Malfoy stopped, an almost embarrassed look on his face.

"But what?" Harry asked, curious.

Malfoy sighed. "I was going to suggest something we could do. I’ve always been mildly interested in it, and wanted to explore it more. But -- "

"You didn’t want to suggest it and seem like a fool?" Harry butted in.

"No, Potter. I simply thought that it would be above your intelligence." Malfoy said.

"Well, what is it then? I haven’t got all day."

"Scrying."

"Scrying? Isn’t that where you look into something and it shows you a picture of something?" Harry asked, confused.

Malfoy rolled his eyes. "It’s the art of receiving visions through a silver bowl filled with holy water. It was used in ancient times by Sorceresses and Sorcerers to spy on their enemies and gain knowledge. With the Scrying bowl, they could see things that had happened, things that were happening, and things that had not yet come to pass. In a way, it was the premonition way of the past. Quite useful."

"And you just happen to have one, don’t you?" Harry quirked an eyebrow in sarcasm.

Flustered, Malfoy answered. "Well, I’ve seen one in my Father’s study."

"Fine, Malfoy. This scrying idea of yours might just work and be interesting enough to get us a good grade. You get the silver bowl, I’ll get the holy water. We meet in four days at the Astronomy Tower, and from there I’ll show you an abandoned room we can use. 11:30pm sharp, in four days, Malfoy. Oh, and I just bet your Father has a book on how to do it, too. Bring that also. See you, Malfoy." Harry left a most utterly confounded Malfoy in his quake, but not before scooping up his four books. Once outside, Harry stopped and tried to gather his breath and still his quickly beating heart.

Kairos 1/?

hdsatin@hotmail.com — Thu, 26 Dec 2002 22:38:32 GMT

Title: Kairos

Chapter: One/?

Author name: badfaith

Author email: anna@tomfelton.zzn.com

Author website: http://www.undisguised.net and http://nightfall.undisguised.net

Category: Angst

Sub Category: Drama

Rating: R

Summary: A Divination Project goes awry, sending Harry and Draco four hundred years into the Future. They soon learn that they must pay the price for their folly.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of J.K. Rowling's characters, places, or ideas, however, I do own my own ideas. Do not steal them.

Warning: This story contains slash, which is a boy-boy relationship. If that's not your cup o' tea, I suggested you find some that is, or you'll miss your teatime. Also, I suggest getting some Kleenex, because you most definitely will need it. If you have a weak stomach, do not read this.

A/N: I have been developing this plot for around a year, and I finally finished it. This story does not have a happy ending, or a happy beginning, or even a happy middle.

Chapter One

Divining

"Everyone is a moon, and has a side which he never shows to anybody." -- Mark Twain

"Too truly know one’s self, one must see one’s self in someone else’s eyes," Professor Trelawney announced to her class; half Gryffindor, half Slytherin.

Ron rolled his eyes and leaned over to whisper in Harry’s ear, "Truly, why won’t she just get to the bloody point?" Harry tried hard not smile, but he felt his lips stretching over his teeth in a wide-mouthed grin.

"It’s all just to torture you, Ron." Harry teased his best friend back.

Ron shook his head. "I knew it! You’re all in on it!" Harry smiled broadly at Ron’s antics. They snapped back to attention when the class almost simultaneously groaned.

Harry leaned over to Neville. "What happened?"

"She’s going to assign us partners for a project." Neville informed Harry, an apprehensive look present on his face.

"What project?" Harry whispered back.

"I don’t know, Harry. She’s going to tell us after she reads off the pairs." Neville said.

"All right. Thanks, Nev." Harry nodded, and turned his attention back to the front of the classroom where Trelawney was clearing her throat and shuffling a few papers in her hands. She pushed her glasses idly back up her nose and started reading off the papers in her hands.

"Vincent Crabbe and Seamus Finnegan," Her loud voice pierced the air.

"Oh God, Harry. I hope you don’t get stuck with Malfoy." Ron said to Harry.

"I hope so, too." Harry replied.

"Gregory Goyle and Ronald Weasley,"

Ron groaned and Harry shot him a glance of pity.

"Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter,"

Harry slumped, defeated, onto the table, his head in his hands. Ron patted Harry’s shoulder comfortingly. "It’s not your fault you always get stuck with the Ferret, Harry. It’s just someone’s sick, twisted humor at work."

Trelawney clapped her hands. "All right class, get with your partners, and then I’ll explain what you are to do."

Harry walked slowly over to where Malfoy sat, already sure that there was no way Malfoy would deem to get up off his arse and walk over to where Harry had been sitting. It was a lost cause. When he sat down he could see a smirk glide onto Malfoy’s face.

"Well, Potter. Seems like we are stuck together once again. Whatever this project is, I don’t want you messing it up. Is that clear?" Malfoy stared intently at Harry, waiting for acknowledgment.

"Crystal," Harry answered. Malfoy looked at Harry for a few more seconds, humphed, and looked away.

"You are to pick a topic that interests you. Take your time, because this project is half your grade. After you have found a topic, you must pick an aspect of your broad topic. It must be something that is not entirely proven. You must prove this aspect by experimenting with it. I expect you to write thirty inches of parchment on your topic, the aspect you picked, your experiment and your findings. This is all to be done on you own time, and not in my classroom. Remember, this is half of your grade. I am going to give you today to discuss topics, but that is it." Silence reigned in the room for a moment until a myriad of voices broke out in exclamations.

Malfoy turned towards Harry. "So, Potter. It seems we’re stuck with each other for a while. How about we choose our main topic today in class, and we can meet tomorrow, say about six, at the Library to discuss the other things?"

Harry nodded. "That sounds like a good idea, Malfoy. Do you have any ideas what you’d like to do?" Malfoy eyed Harry for a moment.

"Do you?" He asked, staring intently at Harry.

"I -- " Harry was about to say no, but then thought about what had been troubling him the most that morning. He had woken up once again with his scar burning, and the imprints of Voldemort’s crimson eyes burning in his consciousness. The visions of what Voldemort and his Death Eaters were going to do or were doing were coming more frequently, almost two a month now. "Premonitions." He blurted.

Malfoy arched a perfectly shaped aristocratic eyebrow. "Premonitions? Interesting, Potter. I wouldn’t have expected you to say that." A strange look passed over Malfoy’s face.

"There’s a lot of things you don’t know about me Malfoy."

Malfoy cocked his head, and studied Harry. "I think I know more about you than you think, Potter. After all, ‘to truly know one’s self, one must see one’s self in someone else’s eyes.’. Do you know who said that, Potter?"

"No, I don’t Malfoy."

"Her name was Latrina Vernius. You might want to look her up sometime, Potter."

"I’ll do that, Malfoy." This conversation was utterly confusing Harry. Was Malfoy actually being civil to him? And why did Malfoy keep giving him the most oddest look, as if he had never seen Harry before? It didn’t really matter anymore, the lesson was over. As Harry picked up his books, Malfoy had to walk past him, and as he did so, Harry could feel Malfoy’s hip brush his, and he could have sworn he felt a light flutter of fingers at his waist. But he soon forgot all that when he felt the soft warm breath of Malfoy’s at his ear.

"Don’t forget, Potter. Tomorrow at six, in the Library." Harry stood there dumbfounded, tingles racing from his ear down his spine, staring at Malfoy until he left the room, and even then into space. He didn’t even notice Ron come up.

"Hey Harry, you all right, mate?" Ron’s concerned voice startled Harry out of his shock.

"Yeah…I’m fine." Harry shook his head to clear visions of Malfoy’s lips at his ear out of his mind and followed Ron out of the room.

Harry lay in bed, trying to sort out the day’s happenings. At Divination, Harry could have sworn Malfoy was coming on to him, but later on, Malfoy had seemed his usual cool and spiteful self, sending barbed comments speeding Harry’s way the rest of the day.

Malfoy’s so…complicated. Every time I think I’ve figured him out, placed him in a category, he does something that totally redefines what I think about him. But what most terrifies me is that I wasn’t disgusted when Malfoy whispered in my ear, or put his fingers on my waist. I didn’t shiver in revulsion. I shivered in anticipation. I want Malfoy to do it again, and more. I didn’t think I was gay. Maybe I’m not…maybe I just…

Oh, God. I’m too tired to think about this. It’s the last this I need. What with Voldemort and all. I can just imagine the headlines on the Daily Prophet: ‘Harry Potter Comes Out Of The Closet’. God, no. Right now I’ll just pretend it didn’t happen. Pretend that I don’t want Malfoy.

Harry fell asleep.

It hurt. The pain was unbearable. But not once did he cry out, not once did a single tear stain his face. He could see the pleasure on the cruel face above him. The pleasure at dirtying such a pure thing. He felt detached and cold after the pain had gone. A faint throbbing encircled his left arm. He looked down and saw the stark black outline on his pale, white skin. It stuck out like hell in a field of sunflowers. He shook his head: Somehow, no one must find out.

Gods, the memory of pain still haunted him.

A/N: Hey, I read a fanfic on ff.net, and it's been haunting me ever since. Has anyone read a fanfic that's about Harry writing lyrics to songs, and Draco providing the music for a Talent Show? I believe all the songs are by Linkin Park. Please, I really want to find that fic. ^_^