Title: Angel Eyes
Pairings: Drarry
Warnings: Slash, as usual. I just love it so much!
A/N: Set during 6th year.
Disclaimer: Not mine!
It was a dangerous thing to be friends with Harry Potter. Everyone knew that. Even to be associated with him could draw unwanted attention to you and your family. Draco knew this better than anyone.
He had experience with a Death Eater's loathing of anything to do with Potter. He had heard his father's mad, furious rants and he paced in his study, seen his mother's cold disdain and icy sharp comments, his aunt's snarling picture in the Daily Prophet. He knew what happened to those who were close to the boy; beaten, tortured, forced to watch their friends and family disappear around them, cut off from everything, unable to trust. Draco knew.
And in the middle of this bloody chaos of broiling hatred with curses being hissed and spat from the shadows, Potter stood, somehow still unscathed and with a look of bewilderment in his eyes. He'd turn to stare at Draco, a puzzled from crossing his features, marring that open, clear face. Why do you hesitate? Why don't you trust?
And Draco would stare right back, wishing he could hit and scream and cry and throw it all back at him, all the lives devastated, the people ruined, all the blood and tears and wails that he left in his wake. But he couldn't. He'd bite his tongue and take his hand and follow this unwitting tornado of destruction wherever he was headed next.
Because as destructive as he was, Harry had another magic that was far more powerful, one that the Death Eater's had never experienced. Healing.
His smile and his spirit and his stupid unwavering bloody Gryffindor loyalty. His defiance and his stubborn streak and even his temper. It all went towards healing the war wounds and the broken spirits and the terrible fears of those around him. It had gone a long way towards healing Draco's own scars and fears. But what really made Draco follow was those eyes.
Everyone said he had his mother's eyes, but Draco had always thought of them as purely Harry. That strange mix of innocence and experience, ignorance and knowledge. Fire, hot enough to burn away anything in his path and a hint of softness, his vulnerable need for support and friendship. They were hypnotising; one look and Draco was powerless. Surely someone with eyes that beautiful could never hurt anyone.
Everyone knew it was dangerous to be friends with Harry Potter. Only Draco Malfoy knew how dangerous it was to be in love with him.
Ramble Time: Well this is really just an experiment to see whether I can write anything except fluff (and also to compensate for the fact that I haven't written anything in ages…schoolwork, y'know?) And it's Drarry because a) I haven't written any Drarry for ages and b) I can't stand being mean to the puppies so I couldn't write about them! So yeah. Tell me what you think! Love xxx