Hesighed deeply before he turned off the shower and wrapped a towel around himself, really dreading having to go in the dorm and ignore Draco again. he just didn't know what he was feeling or what he should be feeling. he knew that his whole life dumbledore had been planning his future, how he would kill voldemort, how he would die, the prophecy, all of it. He knew that his feelings for Draco were real, he had had them since fourth year, when he realized he just might die and the only thing he could think of was the fact that he never even got a chance to be with the blonde.