Draco's Desire
Draco's Desire
Disclaimer: The following was a challenge from Incitata :
[Write a fic 26 lines long each containing 26 words and each beginning with a new letter of the alphabet running either A-Z or Z-A. Should turn out to be 676 words long. To be a first person narrative in character and with a discernible plot, not simply a stream of rambling. Words such as Zebra and Xylophone should not appear without good reason.]
A/N: The character's are the fantastic creator Rowling's. Thank you for the challenge, Incitata!
Draco's point of view
Zephyrus. The god of the west wind. It was only yesterday that I found out. Do you know where? In a book from my father's study.
Yeah, was I surprised. I didn't know my father owned a collection of muggle books. This book I got my hands on was titled 'Greek Myths'.
X-rated pictures and statues of scenes from 'Greek Myths' filled my father's secret study. No wonder he had put a strong charm on the whole room.
Well, from the moment I read the book, Zephyrus became my dream, my wish, and my desire. Yeah, that's right. I want to be the wind.
Vacation has ended and I am now getting on the red Hogwarts Express. I sighed as Crabbe's and Goyle's huge bodies started to head my way.
Usually Harry Potter and his gang would come through the barrier about...now. See, told you! Harry Potter, who was now sixteen years old, stepped in .
That git had turned quite sturdy during the summer. I looked down at my white hands resentfully. I like my white skin, but they're not manlike.
Some hours later, we arrived on the Hogwarts grounds. Hello Hogwarts. I didn't like Hogwarts, but now this is my favorite place in the whole world.
Ron Weasley is still freckly I can see. Hermione Granger, that filthy Mudblood still has uncombed bushy hair. I wonder why Potter hangs out with them.
Quidditch is my favorite activity. It's the thing that makes me feel closest to the wind. Quidditch makes me feel light -- free from the stifling world.
Perhaps I'm turning into a psycho. I was always the down-to-earth kind of person. But something seems to have changed in these few days.
Of course I'm the same me. My god, there's that moron Severus Snape and the stupid Mcgonagall. I can't help smirking at them. They're such idiots!
Now, Dumbledore is making his speech. That man is really crazy, that's a sure fact. That Headmaster, he just loves that Potter. I can understand why...
Malfoy! What're you doing? I shake my head, surprised at my thoughts. Wow, I really must have got weird. I understand why Dumbledore favours Potter? God!
Looking over at Potter, our eyes met. Those bright green, emerald eyes are fascinating--It's hard to take my eyes off them. My cheeks got warm.
Kids started digging into the food--Mmmm, this turkey is great! My eyes caught Weasley throwing peas at Potter. So immature. But why am I jealous?
Just as I was feeling full, Dumbledore sent us to our houses. As I felt the coldness of the dungeons, I begin to feel at home.
I try to fall asleep but somehow can't. My head was too full of thoughts. Quidditch, Zephyrus, and my enemy, Harry potter...I finally fell asleep.
Harry was still sticking by Mudblood and Weasel the next day. That black hair, nice build, and especially those enchanting green eyes--he's the perfect guy.
Granger seems to have noticed my glances towards them. That girl is fast on these things. She's fast on learning too, but why should I admit?
For how long do I have to stand back -- trying to be content with just looking at him from a distance? I clench my fists tightly.
Eagerly, I head towards the dungeons where Snape would be smiling at me. I usually feel sick in that class, but as Potter would be there--.
Dreaming about the would-be-wonderful lesson, I walked in and in a hopefully natural way, took place right beside Potter's. It's hard to act normal.
Cauldrons are making the potions boil and Potter is making my heart sizzle. Somehow I like the feeling of him by my side. Don't know why.
By the time lesson ended, I was somewhat very happy with myself. I had finally figured out what had made me so attracted to Harry Potter.
Ah, Harry Potter was the closest person to the wind that I've ever met. I now feel free and smile as the wind touches my cheeks.
