Chocolate Eyes
Why can't I forget you?
I've tried – believe me, I've tried. But I can't. I doubt if I ever will.
Even when I close my eyes, all I can see is brown, chocolate brown, soft, warm, beautiful chocolate brown that I've only ever seen in your eyes. And your eyes... even though they're always the same color, they shine differently, just the littlest bit, every single time I look at them.
They sparkle when you answer a question.
They light up when you find an answer you've been searching for, or when you prove someone wrong.
They glitter when you focus on something, a potion or an essay, or even what you're about to say.
And they combust, too, I've seen that first hand – there's a fire in them when you get angry. The chocolate should have been melting that day, back Third Year, but it wasn't. It was blazing. That was probably the only time you ever looked into my eyes while I was staring at yours, the only time chocolate brown met steel grey.
And it was that day, I think, that you captured my heart, even if you didn't – don't – know it, even if you don't want it.
I imagine that the chocolate does melt though, when you look into his eyes – baby blue eyes.
Blue. It's just a brighter form of grey, isn't it? Isn't grey close enough? It's brighter than brown, or black – isn't that enough? It's just not quite as bright as blue.
But I guess you always have been the Brightest Witch of Our Age.
If I owned Harry Potter, I'd come right out and say that Dramione would never happen - like ever. (Yes, I am a hardcore Romione shipper. Hate me if you want.)
The only reason I wrote this was because it's a birthday present for my lovely Hufflepufflin, who said she'd rather have an unrequited Dramione than have Draco happy with someone else. (Personally, I ship him with Demelza Robins.)
Hufflepufflin, on the other hand, actually enjoys turning Draco into (my term) a Dirty Little Man Whore. You should check her out - I promise you'll actually enjoy her stuff.
Love you, Hufflepufflin! Happy (real) birthday! 3 & 3
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PS - If you actually read the Author's Note, I dare you to flame it. I dare you.
