Green.
The colour
of Slytherin.
The only certainty in my life for eleven years.
Not anymore.
Deep green eyes through broken glasses.
Green eyes locked with grey ones as a slender hand refuses to
take mine.
Green eyes. I'm mesmerized.
Green eyes. Brighter
than the Snitch.
Green eyes. Full of contempt.
Green eyes in
the Great Hall.
Green eyes in the library.
Green eyes over
the cauldron.
Green eyes so close, but cold.
Green eyes as I lie in bed. Green eyes as long fingers touch me. My own. Green eyes… Green… eyes… fuck… yes… green…eyes…oh God… Har–
Green eyes blind to the change in me.
Green eyes as lips
cry they hate me.
Green eyes through unshed tears.
Green eyes
as I sit on the bathroom floor.
Green eyes. I can tell who the
wrong sort are…
Green eyes smile. Not at me. Never at me.
Green eyes as I press the blade to my wrist. Cold. Tears. Green… Blood… green eyes… smile… wrong sort… never at me… I HATE YOU… green… eyes… oh God no… I lo–