Drabble Seven:
Green Eyed Angel
He just sat there, black hair messy but sexy as always, just staring at me with those gorgeous green eyes as we attempted to watch T.V. in our flat.
Who am I?, you ask. Well I'm Draco Malfoy. How do Harry Potter and I have a flat together? Well that I may have to start from the beginning to explain.
About four weeks ago give or take a day or two, I was mulling around muggle London when I happened upon a small coffee shop, noticing the time I decided to stop in for a spot of lunch when I saw him sitting at the bar alone. Yeah I have to admit it I fancy Harry. Well to continue I strutted over to him and stood behind him a smirk on my face. "Hey Potter fancy seeing you here." I said looking at his messy black hair.
"I could say the same Draco, I really could seeing as how this is not a wizarding café. Now go you're disturbing my tea time." He replied taking a delicate sip of his coffee.
I being Draco Malfoy quickly got offended I grabbed his shoulder and turned him to face me, "Hey Potter I was trying to be bloody polite, so stop being such a ---." I looked down and saw his emerald eyes sparkling with amusement. "What is so funny?" I asked rather shortly.
"You Draco, I was just teasing. Come sit, would you like some tea or coffee?" he offered pulling a chair out for me.
"Um… tea I suppose." I replied utterly baffled. We sat there for some time before he again turned to me.
"Draco do you want to go to dinner with me?" he asked bluntly. I managed to stammer out a yes before he turned to leave. "I'll pick you up at nine then, be ready."
I sighed and scurried home where I spent the next six hours getting myself ready for the night. I honestly had no idea why I was so flustered; it was just Potter after all. Then I remembered what he had called me in the coffee shop, "Draco" not Malfoy he said Draco. The memory sent shivers coursing down my spine. This was completely illogical; it was Potter for Merlin's sake. A knock on the door woke me out of my reverie, I panicked and checked the time 9o'clock sharp, it was him.
I slid down the banisters and opened the door to him waiting there in a white tuxedo. "Good Draco you're ready, let's go." He grabbed my arm and I sighed again.
We had dinner at an expensive French bistro and danced the night away. Harry finally took me home, as we stood on the front porch looking into each other's eyes silence reined around us. I finally decided to break it. "Well I had a great time, goodnight Harry." I turned to my door and felt him grab me. He spun me around and his lips crashed down on mine. He kissed me thoroughly and passionately and I kissed him back. He pulled back and looked at me. All I could do was stare into his eyes, my green eyed angel.
Now we live in a London flat together until my mother gets over the shock of me and him. And we just sit watching T.V. and I look into those beautiful emerald eyes.