Harry was the golden boy-literally. His skin shone beautifully unblemished and golden, His eyes- precious emeralds which turned almost opal-like when he was angry.
His lips - like rubies or expensive wine and the noises that came out of them in throes of pleasure made Draco feel like the richest man for having such a treasure.
His hair felt like priceless silk And his body-so perfectly made,so delicate that sometimes Draco thought he has found something that was worth more than his mother's precious Morgana sculpture.
For long Draco thought he loved Harry just because he was brought up to appreciate things that cost much,champagne,white peacocks,cloaks made of Russian sable fur. But those were just possesions and he didn't want that to be his life,his love. He wanted a human to love not a priceless wanted to give his heart and to get a heart back and after long pondering he reaslised that he didn't like Harry for his Golden body and shining looks,he loved him for his heart of gold.
the only heart he wanted to have.
