Cold eyes

They're killing me, your steel grey eyes.

How can anyone have that much coldness in their eyes.

And yet I can't stop looking.

Searching your eyes for a bit of warmth, dedicated only to me, just one more time.

I know I'm a fool for hoping so, a complete idiot.

Naive Griffindor, you would call me and scowl.

And you would be right to say so of course.

Why would you of all people be bothered to look at me?

Still I can't and won't admit that there's nothing between us but hatred.

You may be a good actor and play with people's minds but that one time your eyes gave you away.

Out of the blue, just like that you bored them into mine and thus straight into my heart.

I turn into such a wimp whenever I start thinking about that moment.

What the fucking hell is wrong with me?

I have a lovely girlfriend who cares about me and still the only thing I seem to think about is you.

For in that moment I saw another Draco.

Maybe it's true what they say, that eyes are the mirror of the soul.

For a couple of seconds you showed me yours and I wished to just drown in your gaze, to just stand still for an eternity.

I don't know what caused you to soften your gaze just that one time, what made you look at me in a way that no one has ever looked at me before and probably never will again.

Maybe you were just pitying me for being lousy at Potions.

And now whenever I see you I just want to touch your soft hair. At least I imagine it to be soft. Silky. Run my fingers through it until they touch the warm skin of your neck.

The mere thought runs like electricity through my veins.

And I can't help but think that this is exactly how it must feel like to be in love.

Stupid huh?

I watch you everyday now, sitting at your table with your friends.

You don't seem impressed by the jokes that they make and roll your eyes. In that moment you catch my gaze and I stop breathing.

There's a smile in your eyes and you look a bit confused but keep staring back.

You tilt your head slightly and your lips turn into a tiny smile.

I feel my cheeks flushing as your eyes drop to my mouth.

You look away hurriedly, feeling caught.

And it's not much, really, but somehow it makes me feel more alive than I've felt in months.