Here's the second installment. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Nope. I don't own Draco.


Dark eyes scan the club and found her, watched her, drank her in. In this place, someone like her was refreshing, like a fresh of clean air in the middle of a smoke-filled room. He saw her long hair as it fell down her back against a pale blue shirt to where is met her modest black skirt that hid long, long legs that ended in dainty black flats. Her face, he couldn't see. She hadn't turned around so he didn't know what she looked like, had no idea of what to expect. Maybe rose red lips turned up in a fake, innocent smile while her eyes would be bright with lust for someone. He wasn't in the mood for that tonight. He sipped his drink, relishing the burn down his throat. He turned his gaze away from her back.

Pink lips were pulled into a barely there expression of apathy, eyes watching, observing, envying. Someone like her didn't belong in a place like this where people were free to choose and enjoy and live because she didn't know how. Midnight eyes fluttered around, nervousness shining as she took in the lights, the sound, the freedom. She turned to leave and saw him, observed him. She saw his black pressed pants beginning where his dark green dress shirt flowed into them, complimenting his mocha skin. Her breath froze for the second she lost control. She forced her legs to take her to the door.

An unfamiliar gaze was there on his back, then gone almost as fast and he turned to see her profile as she walked by. He had been wrong, proven by her innocent pink lips puled into a line topped by dark, dark eyes that seemed to absorb the light, not shine with it. He had been wrong about her and it was refreshing. Then, he registered she was leaving and he couldn't let her go. He paid and left to follow her through the door.

Twists and turns through the crowd got her to the door and she breathed in the outside air as she left the club for a nearby park. It wasn't a place for someone like her. She closed her eyes then opened them to look at the sky. This was her place, where freedom was too far away for her to think that she could ever attain it, where she could let all her feelings roll through her with no one to see and criticize her. Then she recalled her father's ultimatum. She closed her eyes to the sky.

He saw the tear roll down her porcelain cheek. She felt a foreign hand wipe it away. Midnight met chocolate. She had the same eyes he saw in the mirror everyday. He had the eyes she tried to hide from the world. There were no words to be spoken. None could be found. They stood there, merely looking and watching each other.

"My name is Cho."

"Blaise."

Last names didn't matter. Not to broken people like them.