A/N: If you don't like Slash don't read it. I personally find flames quite funny so bring them on. Enjoy, and remember to read and review!

Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter would I be a sixteen year old in a crap school where the bugs are radioactive and the size of my head?

He Knows

He knows, as the silky fabric settles over his body, that it's wrong.

He knows, as he slips into the shadows of the night, that it has to end.

He knows, as he leans against the wall and nervously checks the watch on his arm, that it is bad.

He knows, as the hands grip him tightly and the lips press themselves harshly against his, that he is a terrible person.

He knows, as visions of red are replaced by white blonde and moans of pleasure slip from their lips, who he is hurting.

He knows, as he hold his secret lover tightly and wishes for night to last forever, that it has to end.

He knows that it's so wrong, but it feels so right.

He knows, but he just can't stop.