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The Saddest Eyes...
Chapter one: Draco's Harry.
The Great Hall flourished in the excitement of the season. Christmas trees stood fifteen feet high, looming over the bustling floor but cowering under the magnificent ceiling, a portrait of the dark yet soothing sky, which dispelled snowflakes twinkling in the moonlight. Soft white lights swept the dance floor, stopping randomly to illuminate couples dancing slowly in the stifling heat of the hall, whilst marbled red lights securely fixed in sight the three witches on the stage.
The first witch was sunk deep into the background, tapping out a gentle rhythm on the drums which floated at perfect heights around her; the middle stood at the edge, her gentle sways threatening to topple her over onto the crowded floor, and her whispery voice reminded you of the comfort found when the baying wind at the window soothes you into a sleep in the arms of a first love; the last spun a miracle from the curved, polished, perfect violin held comfortably under her defined chin. She took the notes crafted by the instrument and created music, gentle and wistful. And sad…
Standing by the door, Draco felt only cold through the sultry heat. The white light moved. Stopped on Dumbledore and Trelawny. Moved. Stopped on Ginny and Colin. Moved. Stopped on Harry and a black haired Ravenclaw he'd only met thrice and didn't particularly like.
Draco felt no surprise at this display, only sorrow. He'd stopped believing that it was 'just a one off' after the fourth, fifth, sixth affair. His anger built up as he saw the Ravenclaw's hands on Harry's- his Harry's! –cheek, arm, waist.
Draco was aware that people were anxiously looking between him and Harry, was aware that people knew of Harry's affairs and flings, was aware that everyone thought him a fool for taking Harry back time, after time, after time.
Suddenly the numbing pain of the cold and utter loneliness Draco felt, when he should feel Harry's soft hands on his in this slow, woeful dance, became too much for him and he fled to the winding staircase. As he looked back he saw a smile of smug self-satisfaction pass Harry's lips, before he lowered his head onto an unfamiliar shoulder.
I still have two more chapters, so if you review I'll update.