There's something special about couples. The way they smile at each other, blush over each other, and moon over each other. Like the world can't even touch them. Because they have their own little hidden world in which they and no one else reside. They rap each other in their warm embrace. Smile and coo to the other. Touching. Constant touching. Caress. Like the other is their anchor and without that touch they would be lost spiraling into infinite. That infinite in which all others reside. Lost and alone amid countless others. Searching. Searching for that anchor.
Draco Malfoy resides in that infinite.
The couple he's watching beneath the wild oak tree gently bring their lips together, place their arms around each other. He cannot tell where one ends and the other begins. A lover's embrace beneath the wild oak.
Draco's the first to admit to himself he's jealous. Not because of the desire to be with either of the couple, but because he wants that embrace. To exist within a magical little world. To be lost in another.
The boy's red hair entwines in the girls brown. She slowly breaks the kiss and dances away. Green eyes meet blue and the girl laughs. Like a silver bell. And suddenly, the girl is beautiful. Because she's happy. Because she's smiling. Because the boy looks adoringly open her. And because soon, she will rush into his arms again, and her heart will beat faster, and he will kiss her hand, and she will nibble gently upon his ear, and because Draco has not had that.
Draco is leaning against the stones of Hogwarts. In the shade of the North Tower. Almost like he is hiding.
Hiding from the world perhaps?
Or maybe only his father?
He slowly averts his attention from the couple. Strangely, it gives him pain to watch. That twinge inside. That desire. Is that loneliness? Draco slowly slips to the ground, his back still resting against the cold stones, sitting on the damp grass, his feet before him.
Draco is not the only one watching the couple. There is also another boy. He stands in the field, among the tall grass and the scattered daisies in the sunshine. The wind moves his black robe around him and slowly rustles in his black hair. The wind moves in such a way that for a second, a scar can be seen underneath his hair upon his forehead.
Harry's the first to admit, he's jealous.
He should be happy for his friends. They're happy together. And he is happy for them.
But he's also sorry for himself. His best friend can't spend as much time with him as he once did. His other best friend can't spend as much time with him as she once did.
And when they're all together it feels different. Like they have this world of their own. Some world where he doesn't belong.
And he feels lost. Alone in a field of daisies. Unnoticed. Unwelcome. Unwanted.
But he is noticed. Harry is noticed by the boy in the shadows with the silver hair.
The silvered haired one in the shadows watches the black haired one in the sunshine.
And, unbeknownst to Harry, Draco stands up, and moves towards him, into the field.
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Hey. What did you think? I wanted to try and write a story that involves relationships between boys instead of the couples I usually do. I even tried using a different type of writing to help me with the transition. I don't know if it came off well, or just plain weird. Please review and tell me what you think. Chances are, I'm going to write the next chapter regardless. It would make me feel good if you reviewed, though.
Draco Malfoy resides in that infinite.
The couple he's watching beneath the wild oak tree gently bring their lips together, place their arms around each other. He cannot tell where one ends and the other begins. A lover's embrace beneath the wild oak.
Draco's the first to admit to himself he's jealous. Not because of the desire to be with either of the couple, but because he wants that embrace. To exist within a magical little world. To be lost in another.
The boy's red hair entwines in the girls brown. She slowly breaks the kiss and dances away. Green eyes meet blue and the girl laughs. Like a silver bell. And suddenly, the girl is beautiful. Because she's happy. Because she's smiling. Because the boy looks adoringly open her. And because soon, she will rush into his arms again, and her heart will beat faster, and he will kiss her hand, and she will nibble gently upon his ear, and because Draco has not had that.
Draco is leaning against the stones of Hogwarts. In the shade of the North Tower. Almost like he is hiding.
Hiding from the world perhaps?
Or maybe only his father?
He slowly averts his attention from the couple. Strangely, it gives him pain to watch. That twinge inside. That desire. Is that loneliness? Draco slowly slips to the ground, his back still resting against the cold stones, sitting on the damp grass, his feet before him.
Draco is not the only one watching the couple. There is also another boy. He stands in the field, among the tall grass and the scattered daisies in the sunshine. The wind moves his black robe around him and slowly rustles in his black hair. The wind moves in such a way that for a second, a scar can be seen underneath his hair upon his forehead.
Harry's the first to admit, he's jealous.
He should be happy for his friends. They're happy together. And he is happy for them.
But he's also sorry for himself. His best friend can't spend as much time with him as he once did. His other best friend can't spend as much time with him as she once did.
And when they're all together it feels different. Like they have this world of their own. Some world where he doesn't belong.
And he feels lost. Alone in a field of daisies. Unnoticed. Unwelcome. Unwanted.
But he is noticed. Harry is noticed by the boy in the shadows with the silver hair.
The silvered haired one in the shadows watches the black haired one in the sunshine.
And, unbeknownst to Harry, Draco stands up, and moves towards him, into the field.
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Hey. What did you think? I wanted to try and write a story that involves relationships between boys instead of the couples I usually do. I even tried using a different type of writing to help me with the transition. I don't know if it came off well, or just plain weird. Please review and tell me what you think. Chances are, I'm going to write the next chapter regardless. It would make me feel good if you reviewed, though.