Disclaimer: The pretty boys are not mine. I just toy with their emotions. *wink*
Author's Notes: Written in about 20 minutes for the LJ community, contrelamontre, white challenge. I'm hoping this worked out all right... Let me know, 'kay? *huggles* Thanks!

Too Much White?
By Katie of Gryffindor

Harry Potter sat alone in his room, staring at mostly white.

Blinding white walls of the room, because the Dursleys couldn't be bothered to ask Harry what color he'd like his room to be. That, or they knew how much Harry wanted some kind of color on his walls, and they just kept them white to spite Harry.

Bleached white sheets on his bed, because then his aunt could bleach them to try to get his disgusting wizard germs off the sheets, as though bleaching could take the wizard out of him.

Pure white feathers on his only companion, Hedwig. She was sitting in her cage, a haughty look in her eye due to the lock on the door of her cage. Harry knew she longed to be out in the open air.

Feathery white sky out the window. The clouds seemed to have overcome the blue of the sky today. The weather girl on the telly had predicted overcast days for the next week, with the chance of rain.

And on the desk in front of him, there was a piece of stark white parchment, begging to be filled with color... Some color... Any color... Harry could hear the page screaming out at him.

But Harry didn't know what to write. He knew exactly who he wanted to write to... But what to write to the only boy he'd ever had feelings for in his life... Hell, Draco was the only person ever that Harry had felt like this about. Harry tried to think of a way to put all his feelings into words, to explain to the Slytherin what he was feeling...

As Harry thought of what to write to the boy of his dreams, the mental image of Draco Malfoy came swimming into view... Always in Slytherin robes, nearly always a glare on the pale, pale skin. Always the teeny slits where eyes sat hiding behind the nearly-white skin. Harry could barely ever see any color in Draco's eyes, it was always the white around Draco's irises that could be seen between the slits... And atop Draco's head, startlingly pale hair... That was nearly white as well.

Harry had only seen Draco not glaring a few times... Those times were when he was laughing at some joke he'd just made about Harry. And at those times, with the milky white skin of Draco's face were crinkled into a wide grin, and his teeth would always come out for a quick peek at the light. More white. Striking and beautiful. Draco was beautiful.

It dawned on Harry that he should just tell Draco the truth. He thought Draco was beautiful, and that's all there was to it.

Harry then had a thought he never dreamed he would have, as the mental picture of his white knight laughing played in his mind.

White's not so bad after all.

Harry sighed happily and set about writing to Draco, finally being able to put his feelings into words.

And finally learning to love white.

~*~The End~*~