" Greyer Every Day" Chapter One: Danger in the Wind

Author's Note: This whole "Starting-up-a-new-story-when-I-should-be-finishing-the-other-ones" thing has to stop! But I can't help it…

Thanks to my wonderful beta, "EpitomeOfDistraction"

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Here goes!

DangerInTheWind

When it first started, you could only see a thin silver line from a third-story window at the end of the hall. After that, it got a little greyer every day.

Harry sat in the back of his common room, eyes bright, but not really seeing. He listened to the chatter ebbing in and out, terrified and enthralled. Caught wafts of gossip shifting past his ears. He wasn't fooled though; he knew they lived for this. He wanted to scream, mock them, tell them just how very shallow he thought they were. The only thing that kept him from doing just that, he supposed, was the sheer hypocrisy of it. Living for drama was better than living for nothing at all.

"Maybe 10 days or more."

"Nothing they can do to control it."

"No owls, in or out."

He always thought that a woman's whisper sounded a bit like the wind. Though he had to admit it hardly compared, anymore, to the threatening gasps of air pressing up against the frosty panes. Not in these times.

Harry never knew what to think of this sort of thing. He hardly cared; it's not as if he'd been going home for the holidays anyways. So he chose not to think, and not to see, and only to hear. Hearing wasn't dangerous.

The real danger was in the wind.

And in the wind, he could almost hear a dark whisper of his name

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"Draco?"

His breath made little clouds of fog upon the windows. Pressing his hand flat against the glass, his eyes followed the path of an angry raindrop sliding down the smooth surface.

If it were alive, would it scream?

Draco could hear the wind, still, even with all the silencing charms he'd put up in the past week. He liked it that way, even though he told his mates it was a bother. In the moaning of the wind, he's allowed to forget for a moment. Just be human. Have human desires.

"Draco?!?"

Draco Malfoy was worried about the storm. Every day it got closer, every day it got colder, and every morning he could swear his eyes got a little bit greyer. They used to have little silver flecks, metallic, but he was the only one who noticed them. He couldn't see them anymore in his reflection. Draco touched his nose to the glass for a better look.

"Malfoy!"

Draco heard Blaise approach but did not react upon his arrival. He backed away from the window and turned his head to the side. He studied the angle his floor and bedpost made.

He'd always liked angles.

"You shouldn't lean on the window like that. It's dangerous, with all this lightning."

And eerie smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. He hadn't noticed the brilliant flashes before they were mentioned.

And anyway, Draco Malfoy knew that the real danger was in the wind.

One of these days, in one of these moments, he'd let go- and let it carry him away.

It was tempting; the blonde shot another wistful glance at the tempest raging. He knew the worst was still to come.

"Mate?"

His smile faded and was replaced by his traditional smirk. He straightened his back and forced himself to exude sarcasm.

"And when have I been afraid of danger?"

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Have a wonderful day,

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