Imaginary

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Draco stood by that beloved window. That marvelous, marvelous window. He stared longingly at the view before him, bubbling in wishes and wants and fantasies.

Would it be too much to imagine?

Draco knew that she would always be there, 2 o' clock sharp, gracefully dancing and twirling while everyone else was asleep. He liked to think it was a beautiful little secret they shared, just buried under mountains of insults and curses.

Imagining the sweet secrets...

The torture, Draco imagined. To love someone and have her just an arm's length away, but absolutely unreachable and just a figment of his imagination and desire.

Imagining just touching her, stroking her long hair, her soft cheek...

He gazed in hopeless wonder at the beautiful Gryffindor girl. Dancing about, unaware of his longing gaze, her beautiful eyes shining with joy and her glossy hair tossing about in a whirl.

Imagining her smiling at him, her eyes bright...

With her, his heart seemed to melt into a puddle of lovesick goo. But no one must know, especially her, and he would have to hide those feelings under hexes and jinxes the next day.

Only to find her gone.

Alas, the clock struck three, and the beautiful girl left from Draco's sight and mind, and his heart froze up once more.

He watched her run away, the same glossy hair flying, the same beautiful eyes, shining with tears this time, hurt by hexes and hurt by words. He was hurt too. He hated himself. He wanted to show how much he cared.

But it wasn't the way of a Slytherin. He couldn't do it.

He turned away. And walking away from his band of Slytherin friends, he sat in his corner, and drowned himself in his imaginary dreams with his imaginary princess.