Sighing i grab my wand and prepare to head to class. Potions has always been one of my favorite classes even if snape is harsh. Getting through the halls is a different story. People still haven't gotten over the hufflepuff guys death. The look on potters face when he showed with the dead body was dreadful. As much as i hate him i wouldn't wish that pain on anyone.
"Ahh Mr. Malfoy. Your late" snape interupts my thoughts. Appologizing and taking my seat my eyes can't help but wander over the supposedly chosen one. He obviously isn't paying attention. That same look still wanders deep in those deep almond shaped green eyes. Now that i have started staring i cant help but take in the rest of his apperence. His silky jet black hair, slim and short figure. And that thin scar in the middle of his forhead. I have a sudden urge to trace it with my fingers. The smooth soft skin underneath the balls of my rough fingers.
"late and not paying attention i see, ten points deducted from slytherin" snapes voice catches my attention. Shocked i realize that not only the rest of the class but potter is staring at me. taking the time to shoot him a glare i turn forward as my house groans and whines. i can feel my enemys eyes burning into the side of my face but refuse to look.
The rest of the class passes in a haze. I tune in and out of the potion we are supposed to memorize for the tests tomorrow. Focusing is just to much lately. Class is dismised and I gather my books. Snape is always the first to leave because he doesnt have a class this period. Dreading the halls but knowing Imust face them i walk out only to be slammed back in against the stone. Green eyes bore into my own.
"what the hell are you plotting malfoy?" potter glares at me even though im at least four inches taller than he.
"wouldn't you like to know" I reply even though i'm not angry. My temper doesn't rage as easly as it used to. Plus i could always be mean to potter but i never found myself truly angry at him. It is just irritating how he seems to succeed at everything and is loved by everyone.
"Don't test me!" he hisses. I can understand all this rage. i haven't made his life any easier. Looking down i see his fist rapped in my robes and the scar just above his eyes. lastly i look into his eyes. those deep green eyes that look so sad and old. As if he is a hundred years old and has fought everything that the world has to offer.
Leaning in i trace my lips over the scar. Instantly potter freezes. Im unsure if to pull away or stay there pressed against his smooth skin. My heart starts to pound. why would i be doing this to potter. I'm just in shock from all the deaths lately.
The smaller boy stirs and lifts his mouth only to press it against mine. My body heats and instantly takes control. potter whimpers as i grip at his smaller frame and run my fingers through his hair. how long have i wanted to just touch it. to run my fingers through it.
his glasses poke me and i come to the realization that this is the harry potter. the boy who goes against everything my family stands for. the chosen one who is to defeat the Dark Lord. What if father found out.
I lurch away from him but my body is still filled with the elecricity of his body conecting with mine. I crave to touch him again but wont allow it. finally looking back at him i take in that he looks exactly how i feel. confused, lonely, and that he wants to continue where we started. Turning away i grab my stuff and walk out the door. I cant stand to look into those eyes again.
