Those Eyes
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I don't know where those came from, just a little ten minute project of mine :)
You supposed that you could say that no one ever really noticed to the way your eyes always somehow drifted toward him in a room full of people. Most days, you never noticed it yourself. There was no denying that he indeed was a sight, no matter what you told your self you knew that something about him always pulled you in. Maybe it was that white blond hair, or those crisp icy eyes. Yet, somewhere deep down you doubted that it was his appearance, it had to be more.
Sure, you hated him. Some might even say despise. But even your unhidden dislike for him couldn't mask your hidden curiosity about him. To you, he was fascinating, intriguing, and unique. You thirsted to know more about him. Who he really was, what he idolized, and what he loathed.
You started out simple, watching him quietly from afar. You'd see the Slytherin the way he was when no one else was around. He spent more time in the library than you think he would ever admit. Hidden behind shelves of books you would see him reading hours upon hours. Sometimes you'd start reading the book after he left. You wanted to know what he knew. And you wanted to feel what he had felt among those pages.
After time, he began to notice you. How wherever he went he'd always find a pair of bright brown eyes close by. It made you uncomfortable that you had been discovered. Slowly he started to gaze back, like he wanted to know you too. He would read every so often lifting his head to look at you, not to see if you had left, but to make sure you were still there. It became your little routine. He would read while you watched his eyes drift over the words. Everyday in the library, it became your spot. When you met him its you like you just forgot. You forgot everything, every weight would just lift off your own shoulders. He became your best friend, and you had barely ever spoken.
You were falling, and you knew it. You wanted him hold you, kiss you, and make you feel like for once you were the hero. You wanted to be strong and brave like your brothers and tell your self you hated him, but you couldn't. You were hopelessly in love with the enemy.
One day in your fifth year, he stopped coming to the library. You felt sick seeing his chair empty. You seeked out for him everywhere but every time you saw him he avoided your eyes. He pretended you weren't there.
You grew angry, not at him, but at yourself. How could you have let it get this far. How could you have let your desired take you over and turn you into someone like this, someone how was hopeless and pathetic, like everything you promised yourself that you would never be like.
So, you did what you did every time something went wrong, you stopped trying. You didn't care anymore if he saw you or didn't see you pass him you were weak and you wanted him too see what he did to you. You focused on the things that were important before like school and quidditch. You even spent more time with Harry Potter, because you can recall a time when that used to make you feel special.
You played into Harry's little stares and hopeful smiles, you even touched his hand when he said something funny. You liked seeing his face light up like yours did every time Draco looked at you.
You almost forgot about him, until you saw him again, this time walking through the courtyard after classes. It was one of those rare moments when it wasn't swamped with people and you and Draco stood along. You didn't speak, and neither did he. It was one of those silences that let you understand more then speaking ever could. He neared you and you could feel his hot breath on your face.
"I wish i could get those eyes out of my head" was the one thing he said before pulling you into a sweet kiss.