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Those Green Eyes

A/N – Just to help you out my chapters will be written from different Harry Potter Character's points of view so please if you do get confused just write to me and from any following chapter I will write who's point of view it is. The reason why I'm not doing that at the moment is that I want you to work it out for yourself for this will add some interest and it makes you work things out and so on. Also there will be a narrator's P.O.V.

I'm sorry if you get offended by any of the terms/phrases/words I use.

Thank you Rhea for proof-reading this for me and I hope you enjoyed it. xD

Song which inspired this chapter is "The Piano" Michael Nyman.

Chapter 1 – I Hate Pansy

Pansy Parkinson. She's my death, my darkness, my evil, and I don't think I'll ever love another as I love her. I have devoted most of my Hogwarts years to her and I hope to devote so much more.

"Draco…"

"Errr, Hey Pansy, what can I do for you today my mistress?"

I walked over to her and gave her a hug. Huh, that's weird, she didn't hug me back… something must be wrong.

"Pansy, baby, what's wrong?"

She looked at me with a sort of paining expression.

"I think you should sit down."

Ok, now I'm confused.

"I'm sorry Draco that I haven't been around these past few days. I've needed time to think. No, I shouldn't lie… I've been screwing Blaise."

"What?"

"I'm breaking up with you Draco. You're not good enough. You mean nothing to me and let's be honest, your shit at sex."

"I…I…I don't understand."

"Oh my god! You thick shit, we're over."

Pansy left. She left the hall, she left me. How? I don't understand why this has happened. What the hell is going on? She blames it on me. But why? What did I do? Am I really that shit at sex? Do I not satisfy her? Why, why would she do this to me? Why now?

"Blaise… What does he have that I haven't?"

"Well he doesn't talk to himself and also he isn't a great big pussy like you are. No, I lie. He is one, just not as big."

Weasley! I could kill him.

"Fuck off Ginge!"

"She finally got rid of you ay? I think that's the only good thing that Pansy has ever done, I must say though, what a slut for screwing you along, but I suppose, that's her nature isn't it?"

"Don't you ever say that about her!"

"Chill Malfoy, don't get your knickers in a twist. There's nothing like stating the obvious though."

He's gone to far. Where's my wand.

"Mr Malfoy, I suggest you put that wand down immediately."

Stupid McGonagall. Always sticking her nose in when it isn't wanted. I can't stay here.

Draco stormed off in an uproar. His head was so close to exploding. Where to go, what to do, who to blame.

It can't be me. I would and have done everything for her.

He headed his way up to the Astronomy Tower. Once there he locked the door using a powerful spell and also he stuck a chair under the door handle, just in case the spell was broken. He paced the room. Back and forth. Back and forth.

What to do. What to do. How could she do this to me? She was my everything. Was… This can't be, this really can't be.

Draco collapsed to the floor, tears flowing across his snowy white skin, landing in little droplets across the oak that spread across the room. Everything that was had now left this poor [but rich] boy.

There is no meaning for me without her. I love her but she doesn't love me? How can I go on without her.

A harsh breeze entered the room. Draco felt a chill, so he stood and walked over to the window, intending on closing it. But then an idea flooded his head. It made perfect sense and who was to know that he was up here? Who could stop him even if they wanted to? He looked down out of the window and saw the students going about their after-lesson-hours business, none of them even giving a thought to the suicidal blonde looking down upon them. None of them even knew he was up there. None of them knew that this boys perfect peroxide blonde hair was about to be died red and it's owners body to become lifeless. All but one.

This is the only way.

Footsteps flooded the hall outside the door. Draco turned slightly.

It's just someone passing by, who cares about me? This life would be so much better without me.

Oh how he was wrong about all those things. A muffled sound came from the other side of the door but Draco did not notice. He had himself so locked up in all his emotions. He turned back to the window. He noticed each breath he took, wondering which would be his last. In his head he counted down the seconds.

Not long now. 20, 19, 18, 17, 16, 15, 14, 13…

A loud noise shattered the silence of the room but Draco did not here this. The chair had been broken into pieces and the door was swaying madly. A brown haired boy stood in the doorway. His eyes, full of fear, full of panic, full of love.

4, 3, 2, 1.

"DRACO NO!"

What…?

Before he knew it, Draco was being hurled back from the window and he found himself on the floor, underneath the boy who saved him.

"Don't Draco, don't ever do that ever again. Promise me… Draco… Draco… can you here me?"

Those eyes, I've seen them before somewhere, but they were full of anger, hatred, not like they are now. Whose are they? Why am I so lost in them? Green as emeralds, as grass, as leaves, so beautiful.

Draco pulled himself up and crashed his lips onto the unaware boy and to Draco's delight the boy did not pull away. Sudden urges and emotions raced through his body. A whole new love coursed through his veins, so powerful, so immense, and so great that he felt he would never feel anything else. He pulled the boy closer, and looked into his eyes again.

Another wave of emotions came and he ripped back the boy's shirt then his own. He felt the skin of the boy against his. It was so warm and it felt so nice. They kissed again while their hands were taking off their trousers. Draco rolled over so that he was now on top of this amazing boy. He felt the other boy's erection which then made him notice his own. He rubbed them together and gave out a moan.

"Oh Draco…"

Such a familiar voice, so beautiful, but who?

Then he slipped himself into the boy. His heart soared. The sun shone upon them and a warm breeze invaded the room. He was in so much awe.

I…I've never felt anything like this. Is this real? God, I hate Pansy. But I thank her for this. No…

The boys carried on kissing and Draco drove himself deeper. Sweat rolled off the other boy's head and both boys were panting. Draco went into the boy one last time then gave a massive sigh… He pulled himself out and rolled back onto the floor and pulled his hands to cover his face.

"Wow." Both boys said at the same time.

Draco smiled. He felt so special, so amazing.

A few hours later he awoke then looked over at the boy. He was asleep who ever this boy was. He propped himself up on one arm then everything about the other boy became clear.

Brown messy hair… glasses… a scar…

"Harry…"

To be continued.