The air seemed to steam, much like water on hot concrete as the sun beat down over the surface of the world. It was almost suffocating how quiet it was, the sound of the grass swaying in the wind, as the limbs of a tree bent in the breeze and danced, leaves shaking. So high up, you'd think it would be even more heated but it wasn't. Chilled, as fresh spring air whipped through his hair, softly over his skin, It caused goosebumps to appear on his arms. The air was sticky, and lazy. There wasn't a lot to think about now, as he sat there and baked in the orb's rays of light. Casting an arm over his eyes he sat up, scraping his short blonde bangs back from his face. His deep stormy grey eyes foggy, lazily blinking, searching the blue sky for clouds. There was none.
Memories flickered back to light, dark walls and dimmed lights. Covered windows, shadows casted over the intruding light. Fields stretched out around him, and he wondered if he ever could go back to the way he once was. He wasn't breathing stale air anymore. He didn't have to worry about anyone else dying. The whole world fell deaf to his ears as the birds chirped, above him the large green oak harbored sanctuary. He was alone, with no one to disturb him. He breathed as everything he was, and ever would be melted away from him in a single moment. There was no pain. There was no sorrow. The grass was so bright and green around him, his fingers clenching around the soft strands of emerald, the hair of the earth releasing the soil by its hidden roots. It reminded him of eyes, that had before haunted his dreams. Flopping down in the grass, stretching his long limbs out as he dumped the hand full of green back where it came from. He gave a sigh, not even here he could escape him. Whether he was surrounded by walls, given his freedom he would never have what he truly wanted. Nature called him, but so did he. It was almost like a tug-of-war battle. Nether he could truly have. Imagining the grass, was soft, raven locks he combed is fingers through it. He hadn't realize how horribly sorrowful it made him until he felt the heavy, salty tears cling to his blonde lashes. Closing his eyes, he swallowed the lump in his throat. Longing clawed at inside his chest, squirming, giving soft meows as his paradise crumbled.
Draco opened his eyes again and stared up at a dark ceiling, hands clenching the sheets hard beneath him, limbs trembling with effort. The soft snores of his roommates around him as he whimpered and wiped his tears into his pillow. He had done it again, having woken up in salty drowning sorrow. He had woken up crying yet again for something he couldn't have.. someone that would never be of access. Chest clenching, he breathed heavily as he grabbed his wand from the side table. Softly uttering to avoid waking the room, the time appeared before him, it was 6 in the morning. It was the best time go hop in the shower. Grabbing a towel from the end his bed he crept towards the door, flicking on the light of the showers before clicking it entrance shut behind him, hoping a good shower will wash away the paradise turned nightmare.
The Great Hall seemed to already be buzzing with excitement Dumbledore smiling at the head of the table, everyone having gotten to Hogwarts just the night before, the excitement of the feast had yet to wear off, the Triwizard Tournament having been announced. Crabbe and Goyle already sat at the slytherin table, weighting down the seats hard with their fat arses. Blaise brushed past him, playfully nudging him as him and Pansy talked. The dark skinned boy shot him a grin, as Draco slowly strode over over to his seat, taking his time. His eyes scanned intensely over at the other tables, a bright red one in particular. Tufts of dark, Raven hair stood out, surrounded by red heads, and a frizzy haired mudblood that caught his eye, leaning over at the table to whisper something to the boy he had been searching for. His back tensed, as he swiveled around in his chair, those hauntingly deep jades connecting with his own mercury's. The air suddenly became tense, strung tight before Draco's lips pulled back into a snarl, anger filling his chest as he saw a Weasel whispering into his ear. The males face contorted before his look turned nasty in return.
Clenching his fists, he turned away from the groups stares before sitting down with his own friends, who hadn't seen the exchange. Draco chuckled a bit, as Pansy nudged him, chewing on a particular tough piece of egg before swallowing. "Whats so funny?" She said, eyes wide and curious on her pug-like face. He shook his head, a smirk playing at his lips as he shoveled a batch of eggs onto his plate. "Nothing Pans. Just thinking about how funny it will be to hear what Potters friends cook up about me later. You know how they like to make up conspiracy theories." Blaise laughed beside him, obviously hearing the exchange and grinned as well. "Ooh I wonder what they are going to make up this time. Maybe Granger will be suspicious about those pretty Malfoy eye's you have there and come up with some bullcrock about being a Death Eater and having to swallow mercury mixed with the dark lords blood." This caused Draco to choke and laugh, beating his chest. His father would never make him take the dark mark. "The mudblood would probably look it up in the library!" The whole table then laughed, as Pansy ruffled up her hair and took out her potions book, sticking out her teeth in a hideous fashion. "WELL I WENT TO THE LIBRARY AND SOME BULLSHIT NOVELS BY RITA SKEETER TOLD ME-" She was cut off by the roaring laughter of her peers, her face turning pink as she struggled to breathe. Draco banged on the table laughing even harder as Crabbe and Goyle choked. The blonde snorted, his hair messy as he calmed himself, everyone throwing jokes around at their table.
It took Draco away from his troubling feelings, the depression for the raven who had gone silent, and the brunette who had ran out of the hall. The ginger-crews ugliest incestious link was glaring holes into the table, as he stomped off after her, Potter in tow, whose hateful green eyes met his stormy grey. Stomach dropping, Draco's chuckles immediately stopped as the boy disappeared through the door. Scrubbing a hand through his hair, it only seemed to remind him how the boy was unreachable. Slamming a fist down on the table, it silenced the entire group around him. Frustration caused him to leave his half-eaten plate, and storm off with his books, robes billowing behind him, heading in the direction of his favorite class, Potions.