The Artist
Harry opened his art set reverently. He pulled his pad out and chose from his colored pencils, the good ones, not the cheap wax ones.
The black pencil drew arcs across the page as they became a face, slim and pointy but full of masculine beauty with a tiny hint of femininity. He finished his sketch and cemented the lines, erasing where need be.
He drew a fine yellow pencil, bordering white and stroked the pencil in a way to pattern the hair. It turned out naturally perfect, the way his subject was.
Finally he shaded the gray eyes and the page stared back at him lovingly. Draco Malfoy is the essence of perfect. My lover is the essence of perfect.
It's not exactly a drabble. It's 121 and I like it quite a bit. Reviews are nice.
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