AN: This is my first harry potter fic. I hope you guys enjoy. This will be a series of oneshots.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter *sobs*

Gorgeous

Potter was gorgeous, mused Draco. Well in a special sort of way. For example the way he moved in duels or fights, like he was dancing to a melody only he could hear. It was infuriating how he managed to make all his movements flow, so beautifully. When he tripped, he does it with this sort of grace, like a feather floating to the ground. From his beyond messy hair to his rumpled clothes, he had the audacity to be gorgeous. Draco was trained since birth to be perfect. But even he seemed plastic and fake compared to Potter's unnervingly perfect self. Worst of all, Potter did not realize how ravishing he looked. He never noticed the heated glances or the soft giggles as he walked by. This made Draco's blood boil. Why couldn't Potter have just one flaw, something to make him less likeable. But no he was still irritatingly kind, sweet, and had the most perfect eyes ever. His lips pink, full and plump, just calling him to lean in and…..Agh why does Har-Potter always make him feel this way. This ache that was so painful, yet felt strangely nice every time he was here. Or that pleasant shiver that vibrates through his body, when that annoying lovely voice throws an insult back at him. Like right now when he is trying to eat, but Harry makes his entrance. Even that was sensual, the way his long legs made their way to his seat or how his hips swayed teasingly. The images that arose almost making him blush. Damn him for being so gorgeous.

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