Draco Malfoy has always been observant.
I don't want another pretty face.
And he picked up quite alot of discoveries along the way.
Hogwarts have always had its own few selected pretty girls and boys. Like his housemate, Blaise. Or that black-haired Asian girl, Cho Chang. And, as much as he hates to admit it, the little redheaded Weasley. And of course, let us not forget the Boy-Who-Lived. Fucking Again.
How Potter's hair seemed to shine even at the little amount of light passing through the small gap between the windows. How his face seemed to have a natural tint of pink in his cheeks. And his eyes. Oh Merlin. His eyes. Those deep pools of liquid emerald that Draco could probably stare at for the rest of his short life. How his eyes seemed to brighten along with his smiles. And yes, those smiles. Smiles that could liven up the whole Great Hall.
And no,
The Great Draco Malfoy does not exaggerate.
I don't want just anyone to hold.
Draco didn't know when it started. Or how it even started. This feelings of wanting to reach out and just hold the oblivious, messy haired boy, and cuddle him to death and to shield him from the other student's perverted stares. He wants to just run and hug him, every time he sees those painful look in the younger boy's eyes.
And no,
He is not turning soft.
Its just the possessiveness welling in.
I don't want my love to go to waste.
The Slytherin blonde doesn't deny of having quite a lot of relationships for the past few years. From his best mate to the sluttiest girl in school, he's tasted it all. But this time's different.
He wanted this relationship to last.
And he's going to give it his best shot.
After all, The Boy Who Lived doesn't deserve anything less.
And The Great Draco Malfoy is anything but less.
Walking across the Great Hall towards the infamous Gryffindor table, he let his face take a much more relaxed expression. Glancing back at his own house' table, he saw Blaise give him a thumbs up, Theodore's small smirk, and of course, Crabbe and Goyle holding down a histerical Pansy (Merlin, bless her soul). Turning back to look at where he was going, he noticed the change in the atmospheres. People started turning to look at him, whispers were exchanged but Draco will have none of that.
Stopping at his chosen destination, in front of the Golden Trio, who turned just in time to see him stop walking.
"What do you want Malfoy?" Asked the beloved Saviour.
The answer is quite simple really.
Even Draco could see from the corner of his eye, Granger's knowing smile.
"You."
I want you and your beautiful soul.