Hi! This was written after me walking home in the cold, bitter rain...grrrr
Scarlet hair...Hazel eyes...a cupids bow mouth...
That's what I first noticed about him.
So similar and yet to so different to his siblings, an undying fire.
Like a moth to flame I was instantly attracted, and like many I did not know until I got too close.
You burned me in my lowest times, betrayal burning in your fiery eyes and hurt in your words.
The fame and glory of my past came back to haunt me at my worst time, when I realised how I felt, why my heart pounded at the thought and smell of you, and why my temperature raised when I'm near you, and why I wanted to kiss you. Are you a bad influence on me or me on you?
You are...and hopefully will be...my first friend, my best friend, I must be sick, you give me your friendship and I twist it into a sick love.
But it doesn't feel sick, I feel alive.
When I see or think of you I always think of warmth and passion and love. There is something precious and unique about you, and I want to be with you.
But Ron...
Will you have me?
.
I should hate you, you know.
Ice blond hair, cold steel eyes and a nasty smirk.
To tell the truth I don't think you're human, no living creature could be so full of malice and hate, especially someone as young as you.
With a bat of your eyes and a few smooth words you can get anything, or anyone.
Including me.
We are so wrong for each other, but we just can't stop it
The kisses, the sex and the temptation has possessed us both but I wonder if you have just possessed me with you smooth, cold pink lips and bedroom eyes.
But then...
I look into those steel grey eyes and I see a lonely boy, a boy who needs love, to have someone who will care for him, love and accept him for who he is. I see someone who has been neglected and abuse and covered his pain in sneers and scathing comments.
I only see it in a flicker but I see it, do you only let me see the flicker of pain and loneliness?
It's so strange sometimes, from when we were younger he would directly insult my flame, only to have him flare back in retaliation and anger, for years I have seen this bouncing flickering spark between you and I wonder...
But...
I need to know...
Who IS the real Draco Malfoy?
.
Out of the blackness of his mind, his first love appeared, his hazel eyes shining with emotion.
"...You have to choose, and I'll be happy for you whatever you do..."
Then his second love appeared "You're not as special as you think you are" He snapped, then he bowed his head as if in shame, then continued in a softer tone "But you have to choose..."
.
Choose...
Choose...
Choose...
Choose...
And so, Harry chose...
The End
Started and completed 26-02-01