Two Way Mirror by Candy Rayne
Disclaimer: Yes, I am in fact JK Rowling in disguise.
A/N: Here's a rare pairing that I would love to see more commonly. Enjoy!
Regular text: Parvati's POV
Italicized text: Draco's POV
Two Way Mirror
Perfection. Parvati wondered what it was like, to be
so flawless. And not just in looks, though she certainly had that going for her as well. The warm cinnamon skin, those
cool, indifferent gray eyes. White-blond hair, feather-light and falling over his eyes with an elegance so casual, he obviously didn't notice the effect it still had on her. Then there were those
long lashes, under which her dark eyes smoldered, and the hair that was but black silk framing her delicate face.
Yet it wasn't just this that struck Draco as perfection.
It might be her laugh—no, no, not the tinny giggle that people thought was her, but the bubbly laugh which had first charmed him. A laugh that he'd loved and induced, once upon a time. A laugh that
didn't mock you, nor did it come accompanied by the trademark sneer. She'd even been lucky enough to hear him chuckle once, during an exam: as she made faces at him behind McGonagall's back, he'd rewarded her with a sudden, low laugh (which had earned him a smack on the head from the professor). It was a pure sound of pleasure, his stormy eyes lighting up in that way she had gotten to know so well.
But no, that wasn't what she saw as flawless, either. Could it be, then,
the way she just understood? The gentle touch with which she had skimmed his cheek that fateful day, brushing away the tears that fell as he crumpled to the ground? The way she didn't say a word, didn't ask a single question, when he pushed her roughly aside, just walked through the door and out of his life?
Perhaps.
Or it could just be
his vulnerability.
Oh, yes, it was there. She had seen it.
Under that glassy façade was a young man, a boy even, not yet ready for what the world had thrown at him. A weakness that had made him all the more normal, all the more human, in her eyes.
And strangely enough, she realized this flaw was the very thingthat made Draco so perfect.
A flaw that was not, she noted, reflected in the confidence which so many people saw as arrogance; the coolness with which he surveyed the room even now, eyes gliding smoothly from face to face, until they flitted briefly
over hers. He remembered when he had once sat here, rolling his eyes exasperatedly in a rare show of emotion as he listened to the Weasel and Granger flirt-fight. Looking up, he had seen Parvati glance at him for the first time, with a most curious—and lovely—smile. Smirking softly at the memory (he couldn't be seen smiling, of course), he brought his gaze back upon her and was yanked back to reality when he saw that
she was gazing straight back. With an angry scowl, he turned away from her, trying to resume a sullen mask and hide his smiling eyes.
But Parvati only hid her own smile.
She'd been looking for perfection, and it had just smirked right at her.
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