A/N: Well, this certainly didn't turn out how I intended it to. I meant for this to be a cute little fic about obsessive love with a Harry/Draco focus as a gift for my biggest fan Envil Zepp, but it turned out really morbid and creepy. I'm sorry Envil, I'll see about writing you another one if this doesn't suit your tastes. I honestly don't know where this one came from. Well, I hope some of you enjoy it.

Warnings: slash, gore, character death, suicide, obsession.

Disclaimer: I own nothing you recognize. 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 Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

"Hell is a place, a time, a consciousness, in which there is no love."

~ Richard Bach

The first time I saw you I thought I was seeing an angel. You were so beautiful and you had this little smile on your face. It looked so awkward—like you didn't smile often—but it was so beautiful.

The way your eyes lit up at some joke your friend made, made me want to know how to light you up like that. The way you tucked a strand of your platinum hair behind your ear with such elegance and grace made me want to hold that hand and experience that grace myself. I wanted to touch you, hold you, and be with you always. I never believed in love at first sight until I saw you.

I couldn't make my dreams come true though. You and I were destined to be separate—two waves crashing into each other only to settle into the depths of the sea. I wanted you so much it physically hurt, but you hated me; you hated me for everything I stood for, everything I believed in, everything I did, every breath I took, and every look I gave you. You didn't even know that from the moment I was made aware of your existence, you became the reason for mine.

Seven years of animosity and pretending all came to an end in that one moment. I saw you across the battlefield—your mask having been lost in the struggle. You were fighting with such determination and emotion. Then you fell. I never saw who did it, but you were shot down with a reductor to the head. Your beautiful face and platinum hair—blown to chunks—flew along with your brain matter across the bloody grass. I never got to tell you how much I loved you. I never got to tell you how much you meant to me and how all the fighting was just a ruse. I had so many regrets.

The battle ended with many deaths, but yours was the only one that mattered. We won, but at too great a cost. I would have given up the world for you. Now I will. I'll breathe my last breath with your name on my lips. I'll be with you soon my darling—my Draco.

Harry closed the journal and walked to the ledge of the tower in which he was residing. He looked over the edge, took a deep breath, and jumped. Those who saw his end said he died with a smile and one who swore she heard his last words claimed it was the name of his schoolyard nemesis.

When his best friend, Hermione Weasley, found the journal in the tower from which he jumped, she was seen with tears after having read it. She never revealed to any the contents of that journal.

Harry Potter was buried next to Draco Malfoy. When questioned why he would be buried next to someone he couldn't stand, people were simply told that two who spent so much of their lives thinking of the other should be near each other in death.

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