He was watching her.
Staring at her.
They were in class again.
She sat with her back to him in class.
Everything else in the room was blurry but her.
Every inch of her was in sharp focus.
Her profile was so sweet.
He could see the round of her cheek, the simple, few freckles that sprinkled her nose, the laughter that shone in her caramel eyes.
He watched her every day.
He found himself wanting to say something to her, and as the seasons changed from winter to spring in the window framing her, the urge only grew stronger.
He decided that he needed to talk to her, he needed to say something, anything to relieve the pressure building in his chest.
But to his horror, every time he tried to come close, she would stare right through him.
She couldn't see him.
To her, he simply wasn't there.
He saw her kissing somebody else then, somebody he wanted to strangle without ever seeing his face.
He shouted at her to stop. He cried to her that she was meant to be with him, not somebody else.
She never heard him.
He suddenly appeared at the wedding, no more than a friend, watching helplessly as she walked down the aisle.
He was at the platform, watching her help her child onto the train for the first time, somebody else holding her while she cried.
He saw himself grow old and alone, while his perfect match lived with someone else.
She remained in the light, while he was confined to darkness, begging for her to save him with his last breath.
Why? Why did she never hear him? Why did she leave him to the shadows?
In the solitude of his broken tears, Draco Black Malfoy was forced to face something he had been denying with all of his being for longer than he could remember.
He was in love with Hermione Jane Granger.
And he didn't want to be in the shadows anymore.
If you have a prompt for a drabble I can add to this, I will write one and post it.
Just review and tell me your prompt/story title/thoughts. (only K-T. I don't do M.)
~MA