Hey. I'm alive. My new job just doesn't let me write while working. Also, I'm woefully behind on this project, and I've only just finished January.
Originally posted to tumblr 2016-01-05.
/ Day 4 (2016.01.04)
/ 1. adj. favorable to or promoting health; healthful: salubrious air
For all that Draco's blood is toted as some of the purest in all of England, his features aren't exactly… robust. He'd always felt they were incredibly delicate looking, like a punch to the face could shatter his jaw like porcelain. Hermione's hand had proven that that wasn't the case, but still Draco knew.
Potter though, Potter was the very picture of life. Even with hair like the night sky, the green of his eyes was like summer grass and his smile may as well have been the summer sun for all the power it had to draw Draco to it. It was hateful.
Friends surround him at all times. Proper friends, not the… minions that followed Draco, that flocked to him (his money). Draco wouldn't admit it out loud, but he knew he was greener than his house colour in envy of Potter. Draco envied, and Draco coveted.
Technically, it was far beneath someone of his station to even have what he'd heard joked was an 'arch enemy', but they had a connection. Draco's envy and Potter's hatred for one another seemed to wipe away the preconceptions others viewed them with. Draco felt that, with Potter, he could finally be himself, and Potter couldn't possibly think less of him. If anything, he could only think more of Draco. Not that he did.
So Draco watched and he followed. He noticed the fear and the sadness, the moments of panic, insecurity. He noticed the strength emerging even when Potter was terrified. From afar, Draco craved for the freedom of Potter's existence. And from afar, Draco loved.
FINIS
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