The Boy with the eyes that reflect the sky overhead.
Harry thought of many things. Of classes, for example, and Voldemort. But every student thought of that, especially now with the war and all. What not all students thought of however, was the colour of the sky and its resemblance to Draco Malfoy's eyes.
Harry had, in one of the most boring Care of Magical Creatures classes in the history of Hogwarts, been observing the eyes of Draco Malfoy. He remembered that day very well because he had finally seen that Malfoys eyes were not blue at all, but more grey. Like the sky overhead looked, with rain softly drizzling down. It had been a total coincidence, of course, that Malfoy had started to cry.
It was also a total coincidence that it was the first time Harry had ever seen him cry. Not that he stopped to think on this, or anything.
When Harry confronted his friends about Malfoy's eyes later, they were, to say the least, surprised.
"But Harry, everybody knows that already," Hermione said softly, like breaking the news to a small child that the treasure he had found wasn't a treasure at all, but a dirty old sock. Ron had just stared at him like Harry had gone mad.
Harry didn't reply and instead, went up to his room to sulk.
One week later however, in a slightly less boring Herbology class, Harry once again observed Malfoys eyes. But, they weren't grey anymore. They were blue, with a glint of sunlight as he turned his head. And all of a sudden, he felt like Ron had slapped him again like he had this morning to wake him up, and Harry realised that the colour of Malfoys eyes reflected the sky overhead. Harry smiled happily for the rest of the class, now knowing that he had something interesting to tell his friends.
And so, later that day, he did.
"That's nice," Hermione said to him, but Harry got the impression that she wasn't even listening to him.
Ron just laughed and Harry thwapped him over the head, waving it off as his revenge for that morning.
And so Friday evening found Harry sitting outside, staring up at the blood red sky, and wondering if Malfoy's eyes also were this colour now. A mental image of Voldemort flashed through his mind and he quickly shook it off. No, of course Malfoy's eyes weren't red now, that's impossible.
But Harry, not being a very superstitious person, didn't knock on wood and seconds later he heard footsteps behind him.
"Potter, what a pleasant surprise," drawled Malfoy.
Harry slowly turned around and looked up into the blood red eyes of Malfoy. He shrieked, jumped up and ran back into the castle, probably breaking the new world record.
Still behind was Malfoy, who chuckled at Harry's haste depart and murmured, "If I had know these red contacts would have this effect, I would have bought them sooner."
The end.