Title: Ethereal Emerald Eyes
Summary: Draco walks up to Harry in the Great Hall and gives him a book of poetry. How does Harry respond to what is revealed within the words?
Warnings: None really, I guess there is an implied m/m relationship, but not much, mostly shameless fluff and poetry
Rating: T for the sole purpose of me disliking anything rated less than that
UchiSays: Ok, so I actually set down and wrote this entire story in about two hours (all twelve chapters), before you go all"wow that's amazing" it was actually an easy feat because most of the chapters are just poems with a little reflection at the end. All poems are originally and are copy righted to RR Cannon
UchiThanks: Thank You Petticoats for being a comma-whore and editing this chapter for me. I put all of you advice to use. LOL

I hope you all enjoy.

Prologue: A Letter

Breakfast time in the Great Hall was always rather subdued on Monday mornings due to the fact that the weekend was catching up with everyone and making them wish they had stayed in bed to sleep off the side effects of two days' freedom. Harry set at the Gryffindor table next to a surprisingly silent Ron and the ever-reading Hermione sitting across from him, picking absently at his breakfast of sunny side up eggs and a mix of fruit. The usual loud boisterous noise of the Great Hall was down to a dull roar as everyone worked to get themselves back into the mood for learning.

"Malfoy alert," Hermione suddenly said, closing her book, and looking up over Harry's shoulder.

Harry looked up from his plate and turned around. Sure enough Draco Malfoy was making his way towards the Gryffindor table at a slow hesitant pace. He tried to look confident as he strode towards them, but every now and then his resolve seemed to falter and he'd look down at his feet as if he was having second thoughts. In his hands he carried a suspicious looking parcel wrapped in silver.

"What's he up to now?" Ron asked sending a glare towards Malfoy; the blond didn't seem to notice as he was staring down at the parcel in his hands.

Malfoy seemed to physically gather his courage as he took a deep breath, stood up straight, and called out, "Potter" while walking briskly towards them.

Harry shot a confused look towards Hermione, before standing from his seat and going to meet Malfoy half way. Whatever courage Malfoy seemed to have gathered must have once again left him since he stopped two feet from Harry and once again looked down at whatever it was he was carrying.

"Malfoy?"

"I- uh, Here." Malfoy thrust the package he was holding towards Harry and looked up at the Gryffindor with blazing silver eyes. The words that followed came out in an awkward rush as if anxious to get this over with. "Take it. It's not cursed or anything, I swear. You can check it for spells if you like, but it's really not."

Harry looked inquiringly at Malfoy before drawing his wand and making a show of checking the mysterious parcel for jinxes and hesitantly reaching out to grab it once the reading came back clear. "What is it?" Harry asked.

"It- there's a, uh, there's a letter inside. It should explain everything. Right- so, yeah." Before Harry had a chance to reply, Malfoy turned and bolted from the hall.

"What was that about?" Ron asked once Harry returned to he seat carrying the parcel Malfoy had thrust at him, which he now realized was wrapped in a silky feeling silver fabric.

"Don't know," Harry mumbled, setting the parcel on the table where Hermione set about casting her own spells on it.

"It's clear," she declared, "go ahead and open it."

Not seeing a reason not to, Harry untied the fabric around the parcel and revealed a thin blue book with an envelope sitting on top of it. There was no title on the book and the front of the envelope was blank as well.

"He said the letter would explain everything," Harry said grabbing the envelope, opening it, and pulling out the piece of folded parchment from inside.

The first thing Harry noticed about the letter was how it was addressed. The word "Potter" had been written first, but then scratched out and replaced with "Harry", but that too was scratched out and not replaced, leaving the letter with no proper greeting. The second thing he noticed was how short it was:

I don't know why I'm giving you this, the letter started, but I guess it's because you deserve to know and I know for certain I'll never be able to just come out and tell you these things. Just read the book, I swear it's not cursed or anything I'm sure Granger can check for that. Just read it and once you're done, you can deem fitting. Burn it if you like. Or keep it. Ignore me, hex me, talk to me. Whatever you want. Just read the book first.

~DM

"What's it say?" Ron asked once Harry set the letter down. Hermione picked it up without asking, read it, and then handed it over to Ron to read. Meanwhile Harry had picked up the slender book and was flipping through its pages, not reading any of it. It looked to be a short anthology of poems.

"Are you going to read it?" Hermione asked.

Harry shrugged. "I don't see why I shouldn't."