The return to school was nothing special. Everyone jumped back into their school work and the gossip.

Harry struggled with the lessons that Dumbledore was giving him. He tried his best though, he knew he had to save everyone. Or at least try too.

Draco hurried to fix the cabinet. The more and more he tried the more frustrating it got. Snape had to step in and help him. Even though he hated his presence.

"Why are you here again, I've got this" Draco spat and held out his wand. He muttered the mending spell and tried to hold the spell for as long as he physically could.

He broke away and sighed. Snape shook his head. Draco turned to him angrily. "What? Would you like to try" Snape put his hands together and motivated him to try again.

He did and only a little was saved.

He kicked the door and it broke off a little. He cursed at home self and kicked a nearby couch nearly thirty times.

After he calmed himself he looked over to see Snape had left. He huffed and grabbed his wand again.

He pointed the wand at the door and yelled the mending spell. He held on for longer this time. He thought of the strong feelings he had. Towards this whole thing, his family, Harry Potter.

He used the feeling of hatred for the boy. Oh, how he hated Harry Potter.

How he strutted around like a king. How he had friends who cared for him. His looks.

How he made him feel...he never once thought his feelings for Harry would go this far. He never would admit it when he was younger. Ever. The feelings were hatred. That's all.

But as he grew up he understood they were hatred because he loved him and knew he couldn't have him.

For Harry's sake anyway!

Before he knew it the cabinet was fixed, the door was back in place, and the scratches on the sides had gone back to their original state.

He sighed and looked around him. He grabbed a green apple from his bag and placed it in. He closed it and waited a moment.

He opened it again to see the Apple had a bite mark in it. He quietly cursed at himself, grabbed the apple and threw it across the room.

"FUCK ME" He yelled and sat back on the couch he had kicked earlier.