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A/N: This one's quite short and rather cutely angsty.
1.1 Vision by Rowena S
7.
The Puzzle Thickens.
Draco pulled the bedclothes over his head as he listened to the other Slytherin's packing. He was the only Slytherin in his whole year that was staying in school for Christmas. They were all going home to be spoilt even more rotten than they all ready were.
//Just think- that would have been me last year. Now, my lovely doting parents don't recognise me as their son. //
Thought Draco grouchily. He was quite relieved the others wouldn't be around.
// A few glorious weeks without being tormented. // He relaxed slightly as he heard the last one leave.
Draco got up and went into the showers allowing the hot water to trickle down his face. When he finally felt vaguely ready to face the day he reached for his tablets and popped one in his mouth.
// Thank God no one know that the "great" Draco Ma- I mean. "I" have resorted to popping pills //
The tablets were to stop the migraines and dizziness he was now victim to. Madam Pomfrey had explained it was something about the "optic nerves" but he couldn't remember the details. He slipped both his wand and tablets into the pocket of his cloak and made his way downstairs.
//Is it just me// he thought as he followed a group of first or second years (giggling diminutive blurs) out into the grounds. //Or is everything brighter than usual? //
He soon realised what was going on as he stepped outside because instead of the usual green and brown blurs that made up "the outside" everything was more white than anything. Luckily Draco knew exactly where he wanted to go and, by now knew his way there sight or no sight. He felt miserable, really miserable. He knew he wouldn't get a single Christmas present. He had- in fact only bought one to give anyway- but presents, or lack of them weren't what hurt. What hurt more was the fact no one cared.
//It doesn't matter whether I live to see tomorrow. It's weird, I'd prefer death to this loneliness but I know I should stay alive- for Harry- not because he cares. I know he could never do so but I want to know he's okay. //
Draco had, by this time reached where he wanted to go. It was a small clearing surrounded by trees yet not in the Forbidden Forest. He gave a sigh and sat underneath a large oak with his cloak spread out underneath him, he lay back against the hard bark of the tree.
//This stinks. It's like being bored for eternity. I've got nothing to do. Alone with my thoughts//
His thoughts as usual travelled to their favourite resting place- Harry.
//I'm glad I can still remember those eyes, and the way his hair sticks up, so unruly yet it suits him. I wonder what it feels like? //
He was so busy dreaming he didn't notice anyone arrive until he heard the crunch of snow underfoot. He scrambled upright, immediately on guard and reached for his wand.
He could see a black-blurred figure stop in front of him.
Harry was completely taken aback. He often came to the clearing to think and, as far as he knew he was the only one and so it was quite a shock when, as he approached he saw none other that Draco Malfoy leaning against a tree. Harry prepared himself for a torrent of insults but even so he couldn't help but notice how calm and relaxed Draco looked.
Harry was almost straight in front of him and was surprised he hadn't already been spotted. He stopped in his tracks as Draco jolted upright, pulled out his want and stared straight at him but to Harry's immense astonishment he was not greeted with a scowl, he wasn't acknowledged at all. Draco showed barely any expression apart from a hint of //fear? //
Harry was at a loss with what to say. Draco was tense and drawn as a bowstring and appeared to be waiting for something. Finally the tension in the air seemed to get to him and he said quietly.
"What are you doing here?"
Harry gaped, no insults? No snide remarks? No "Potter"? He then realised he hadn't answered.
"Answer me!" demanded Draco
"What do you want me to say?" asked Harry. He gazed at the change in Draco's features the minute he spoke. Draco's eyes narrowed into his well- known scowl.
"Oh." He hissed, "Potter."
"Who else would it be Malfoy?" spat Harry annoyed and confused. "God! If this is some kind of sick joke then-"
Draco turned on his heel and walked away calling over his shoulder "Fuck off Potter. You know nothing and never will."
Harry gazed at the retreating figure feeling like he was in shock.
//What the hell was that about? If I don't work this out soon I'll die of curiosity// he sighed //Even if he is a puzzle he's the handsomest puzzle I'll ever see. // Harry's mind drifted to how beautiful Draco had looked when he was relaxed.
//He's always so tense. //Mused Harry, // and why did he look so- so- scared? //
A/N: This one's quite short and rather cutely angsty.
1.1 Vision by Rowena S
7.
The Puzzle Thickens.
Draco pulled the bedclothes over his head as he listened to the other Slytherin's packing. He was the only Slytherin in his whole year that was staying in school for Christmas. They were all going home to be spoilt even more rotten than they all ready were.
//Just think- that would have been me last year. Now, my lovely doting parents don't recognise me as their son. //
Thought Draco grouchily. He was quite relieved the others wouldn't be around.
// A few glorious weeks without being tormented. // He relaxed slightly as he heard the last one leave.
Draco got up and went into the showers allowing the hot water to trickle down his face. When he finally felt vaguely ready to face the day he reached for his tablets and popped one in his mouth.
// Thank God no one know that the "great" Draco Ma- I mean. "I" have resorted to popping pills //
The tablets were to stop the migraines and dizziness he was now victim to. Madam Pomfrey had explained it was something about the "optic nerves" but he couldn't remember the details. He slipped both his wand and tablets into the pocket of his cloak and made his way downstairs.
//Is it just me// he thought as he followed a group of first or second years (giggling diminutive blurs) out into the grounds. //Or is everything brighter than usual? //
He soon realised what was going on as he stepped outside because instead of the usual green and brown blurs that made up "the outside" everything was more white than anything. Luckily Draco knew exactly where he wanted to go and, by now knew his way there sight or no sight. He felt miserable, really miserable. He knew he wouldn't get a single Christmas present. He had- in fact only bought one to give anyway- but presents, or lack of them weren't what hurt. What hurt more was the fact no one cared.
//It doesn't matter whether I live to see tomorrow. It's weird, I'd prefer death to this loneliness but I know I should stay alive- for Harry- not because he cares. I know he could never do so but I want to know he's okay. //
Draco had, by this time reached where he wanted to go. It was a small clearing surrounded by trees yet not in the Forbidden Forest. He gave a sigh and sat underneath a large oak with his cloak spread out underneath him, he lay back against the hard bark of the tree.
//This stinks. It's like being bored for eternity. I've got nothing to do. Alone with my thoughts//
His thoughts as usual travelled to their favourite resting place- Harry.
//I'm glad I can still remember those eyes, and the way his hair sticks up, so unruly yet it suits him. I wonder what it feels like? //
He was so busy dreaming he didn't notice anyone arrive until he heard the crunch of snow underfoot. He scrambled upright, immediately on guard and reached for his wand.
He could see a black-blurred figure stop in front of him.
Harry was completely taken aback. He often came to the clearing to think and, as far as he knew he was the only one and so it was quite a shock when, as he approached he saw none other that Draco Malfoy leaning against a tree. Harry prepared himself for a torrent of insults but even so he couldn't help but notice how calm and relaxed Draco looked.
Harry was almost straight in front of him and was surprised he hadn't already been spotted. He stopped in his tracks as Draco jolted upright, pulled out his want and stared straight at him but to Harry's immense astonishment he was not greeted with a scowl, he wasn't acknowledged at all. Draco showed barely any expression apart from a hint of //fear? //
Harry was at a loss with what to say. Draco was tense and drawn as a bowstring and appeared to be waiting for something. Finally the tension in the air seemed to get to him and he said quietly.
"What are you doing here?"
Harry gaped, no insults? No snide remarks? No "Potter"? He then realised he hadn't answered.
"Answer me!" demanded Draco
"What do you want me to say?" asked Harry. He gazed at the change in Draco's features the minute he spoke. Draco's eyes narrowed into his well- known scowl.
"Oh." He hissed, "Potter."
"Who else would it be Malfoy?" spat Harry annoyed and confused. "God! If this is some kind of sick joke then-"
Draco turned on his heel and walked away calling over his shoulder "Fuck off Potter. You know nothing and never will."
Harry gazed at the retreating figure feeling like he was in shock.
//What the hell was that about? If I don't work this out soon I'll die of curiosity// he sighed //Even if he is a puzzle he's the handsomest puzzle I'll ever see. // Harry's mind drifted to how beautiful Draco had looked when he was relaxed.
//He's always so tense. //Mused Harry, // and why did he look so- so- scared? //