Warning: Mild OOCness
Draco Malfoy had never expected to be in such an awkward situation when he made his way down to the Hogwarts kitchens, late one night. Yet perhaps he should have seen it coming. The corridors, devoid of life, were much too silent. He hadn't caught the merest glimpse of Peeves, Filch, or even Mrs. Norris. He hadn't been spooked by a ghost gliding suddenly out of a wall, and the Prefects were much more ignorant than usual. Yes, they had all been conspiring against him. He was Draco Malfoy after all, and there were plenty of people who were jealous of his good fortune.
Somehow, all these thoughts were wiped from his mind as he looked at her. His head was filled with her sparkling beauty, the way the flickering candlelight seemed to set her ablaze, her delicate physique...
Draco shook his head abruptly, struggling to collect his scrambled thoughts. He tried to form a cohesive sentence, but his brain seemed to have turned to pudding. Instead, he said the first thing that came to his mind-turned-mush.
"You look beautiful!" his treacherous mouth blurted.
He was met with a shocked silence as he averted his eyes and ducked his head to hide his blush. Was now the right time to be tongue-tied?
Draco stuttered, "No, you're not, I mean, you're very pretty, but I don't think, um, you know, I sort of like you, but I hate you. No! No, I don't, it's just..." He trailed off, and buried his head in his hands. "It's complicated." he said, weakly.
Still, his reply was utter silence.
Draco looked up and took a few calming breaths. Collecting his wits about him, Draco put aside the fact that he was going against everything his family stood for. He knew, eventually, he would have to choose between everything his father taught him, and everything his heart was telling him, but he could cross that boundary when he came to it.
Draco began, "When I first met you, I knew that you were the one for me. But I also knew that nobody would accept us, so I stayed away. Every day, I see you in the Great Hall and it drives me crazy. I see you in my dreams at night, so close, but I can never touch you. I didn't know what these feelings meant before, but I understand now-" he gulped, "- I love you."
Again, silence was the only answer.
Draco smiled and reached out, as if to caress, but hesitated, unsure of himself. Then, cupping his hands, he slowly brought his lips to the smooth surface of a golden goblet. To anyone else, it was an ordinary cup, but in his eyes, it was the most beautiful goblet to ever grace the tables of Hogwarts. He picked up the sparkling chalice and, cradling it adoringly, left for his dorm. He would name this goblet, Astoria, he thought and then smirked, the Malfoy charm had done it again.
Yes, Draco Malfoy was a very unusual boy.
Author's Note: As you can tell, this is a stupid crack pairing and my writing is atrocious. Concrit, flames, and mindless praise are all welcome!
"Harry could see Draco Malfoy banging his goblet on the table. It was a sickening sight."
~ Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone