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Grey eyes watch her every movement, always watching never touching, sad smile dances over pale lips. He loathes himself for the fact he can't separate himself from this disgusting creature. Her very existence mocks him, taunting him with the knowledge for once in his life he can not have what he desires most.
Umber hair bounces along with the female attached to it, chocolate eyes sparkle, warm and inviting, not inviting him…he who is the monster. Pale fists clench, nails digging deeply into cold flesh, painting alabaster skin crimson.
She dances closer, his finger tips twitch, wanting to reach out and caress soft peach skin. Then another, tall and muscled takes the flower, his flower, away, deep from within his chest rips a low growl. He stalks away, not noticing warm orbs looking at him longingly, always looking never seeing. He strode out into the winter night, running a hand through platinum hair.
Snow drifts down from the black velvet sky, dusting him in white. Alerted to another's presence by soft footfalls, he turns and sees the object of his troubles. Dress clinging slightly to curves, toying with him, warm eyes fixed upon him, watching him. He forces a sneer to his face, hoping she will not see through the lie.
"Granger." Sonorous voice laced with muted disgust, she laughs softly meeting his gaze, winter clashes with summer.
"Draco," Her soprano murmurs, "stop pretending." Grey eyes widen, before laughing, the sound hallow and anguished. Her face softens even more so, gliding towards him.
A trace of a smile plays across an alabaster face as her arms gather him in a gentle embrace. A chaste kiss is placed upon his lips and she pulls away, smiling up at him.
Moonlight floods into an elegant bedroom, Draco sits watching, always watching, a female figure sleep peacefully in the large canopy bed, draped in silver and emerald.
Umber hair and peachy skin contrasting beautifully with ivory sheets. She turns, facing him now, illuminated with the silvery light.
A soft chuckle escapes him; he crosses the room and climbs slowly into the bed, pulling her close. Pale fingers brush stray curls from her face, she sighs in contentment.
Clouds shift, casting the room into ebony darkness; he looks at her once more, placing a kiss upon her forehead, before closing his eyes, and succumbing to his dreams.
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