Harry glared moodily outside his dormitory window and into the bitter rain. Grey covered the skies as water poured down from the heavens. Everything was grey, just like his eyes... The raven haired boy shook his head and growled. No, he couldn't do this anymore. To dream of a fantasy that will never come true.

Ron entered the room with Hermione and Ginny. The youngest Weasley had tried to get with Harry ever since Ron gave the all clear but the Boy who lived could never give anyone his heart besides the one who broke it. For his death, there was no need to Voldemort or Horcruxes; to die...that didn't matter.

He ignored his friends' feeble attempts at conversation and Ginny's worthless flirting and grabbed only his Marauder's Map, invisibility cloak and his wand and walked out.

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Draco stood at the feet of his master, this was the day. He was to be marked. The blonde dreaded this day ever since he learnt to pronounce "Dark Lord", but there was no turning back. Malfoy's don't cry, he told himself. But there was always that nagging sensation at the back of his mind,

Maybe I don't want to be a Malfoy anymore.

Maybe I should face the facts

That ungodly truth

Maybe I love Potter

Stupid, heroic, stubborn, reckless yet beautiful, Gryffindor, brave Potter; and I wouldn't have loved him any other way.

Maybe he'll love me back

...

I rather doubt it

Maybe he won't

That's more likely

Maybe I think I'm too late

Maybe I think I'm not too late

Maybe, maybe, maybe

Maybe...I should stop thinking, and listen to my heart

But maybe it's already broken

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He knew that the Slytherins did not want to serve Voldemort.

That meant fewer enemies

But the enemy right now was his traitorous heart,

That pumped frantically in sight of the blonde

That tore to pieces when he acknowledge the truth

That stubbornly persisted to seek the lies, the hope

That still believed in love, and in happiness

His heart will be his downfall

He was nothing without those silver eyes
which shone and darkened like the skies;
The same eyes that haunted his dreams
that pulled his heartstrings by their seams;
Even if he's lost without that infamous smirk
It was not a guarantee that this could work;
Each passing day, the pain gets worse
Love could kill more than any other curse.

Sitting on the window ledge of the Astronomy Tower, Harry let the rain drown his sorrows, "You like the rain, don't you Malfoy? This is for you. I like the rain too, because now, you can't see my tears."

Harry didn't need Voldemort to kill him; he already died, a long time ago in fact; but his heart still prays and pleads for reincarnation.

I said I was fine; trust me, I lied;
You've got no idea how much I tried;
To stop myself, but I still cried;
By your hand, in which I died;
To dream of you was my suicide.

A/N: Trying poetry again, not much success, sorry

I wish I was better...

Reviews are greatly appreciated

I might add another chapter, if enough requests, but for now I'm going to leave it as it is.