DRACO X HARRY- TRULY, MADLY, DEEPLY
Draco looked across the Great Hall and into the green eyes of his lover, Harry. How long ago it seemed when he first fell prey to those emerald jewels. He gave a shuddering breath as he sighed, remembering the first time he truly noticed the fiery green eyes and iridescent beauty of Harry Potter. And oh, how he was drawn in, falling truly, deeply, and madly in love.
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It had been in the corridor right outside the Potion's classroom. On that particular day, Draco had left luncheon early to sit in the hallway reading an intriguing Potion's book that Severus had given him. Severus was his Godfather and uncle and treated him like his own son.a lot better than Lucius ever did anyway. Draco had been deeply absorbed into his book when he heard or rather felt a presence approaching. Potter.
Damn Potter. Why did he always have to pop up out of nowhere when Draco was having a nice peaceful moment to himself away from his goons and simpering Housemates? Trying to suppress a low growl he fixed his attention back on the book when he heard running and heaving breath thundering after Potter's wake.
Oh crikey, it was the Gryffindork trio. He cringed. And leaned back against the stone wall resignedly. So much for being early to class just for a moment of silence. And why were *they* so early anyway? Wasn't Potter always late?
"What are you doing, Malfoy?" The Weasel had snarled. The Mudblood had glared at him suspiciously as if he would never want to be caught dead early to his favorite class. And of course Potter was staring at him like he wanted to kill him if he dared said one word that might insult the garbage he called friends. How charming.
"What are *you* doing, Weasley?" Draco had retorted. After seven years of verbal bantering he was getting quite sick of it and quite frankly, as his last year at Hogwarts he hadn't planned to be an immature little git and didn't feel to keenly about wasting his time on Potty and Co. It seemed as if they felt quite keenly about wasting his and their own time.
Weasley had already gone red and angry from reflex at hearing any sort of sneering tone from Draco. Draco scoffed and decided that he wouldn't even bother. He had been about to just go back to his book when it happened.
As he flicked his eyes back over to his text his silver eyes caught hold of Potter's. Potter's eyes were calm and tranquil, no longer stormy as they used to be. They were the eyes of someone who was no longer a boy, but a man. Eyes that had matured and had grown wiser. Dark green, emerald eyes plucked from an ancient jewel. And Draco wondered why he hadn't noticed it before. How beautiful Potter's eyes were. How beautiful and Godlike Potter looked. The way he stood there standing as of noble, as if he weren't someone who dedicated his life to saving mudbloods. And just watching Potter and admiring his beauty, such beauty that could only be rivaled by Draco's own, Draco felt some invisible force tug on his heart.
He felt his skin become to burn underneath his robes, his face flush, and his mind sinful for staring at something that was just simply Potter. Draco felt his head begin to spin and he became dizzy almost. He couldn't stop staring. He realized later that his mouth must have dropped and his eyes must have glazed over dreamily but, it was the moment that caught him unawares. That he could just look up into Potter's eyes and realize it for the very first time. How beautiful Potter was. His eyes, his face, his lips, and just the way he stood. Like a man.
And at that moment, the very thought that had formed in Draco's mind had seemed so right, so perfect. Everything had locked into a perfect place. A perfect sequence. And he had seemed to understand. It was later that he felt dirty and wrong. Sick and disturbed. He had found himself slashing away at his arms, drowning himself in the shower, trying to cleanse himself from his thoughts.
He couldn't. In the days that followed, Draco had become more and more agitated, and more prone to snapping at his Housemates. He had gone back and analyzed things, sorted through them and tried to make sense of his thoughts. About why, when, what, and how. He had also found himself constantly staring at Potter in some strange possessed way. It had become an addiction almost, just staring at Potter.
It was a horrible, full two weeks later that Draco finally, and truly understood. He had gone to sit on his favorite rock by the lake and was pensively smoking a cigarette that he had bought at some muggle store on one alchohol-induced shopping spree. As his inhaled the smoke and looked out over the lake watching it shimmer, he realized what he couldn't realize before.
He was in love with Harry Potter. Truly, madly, and deeply in love with him. There was no why, when, what, and how. It was just love. Some exotic emotion that he had never felt before yet knew what it was. It was like floating on top of a balloon that could pop at any minute.
It felt wonderful. And right when Draco was basking in this delicious new found glory Potter was sitting beside him. Draco had been shocked. Here was a chance for things to make a turnaround. A change. Fate was giving him another chance to redeem himself.
He offered Potter a cigarette. He talked with Potter. His actions no longer had any connection with his brain. Only with his heart.
And he had said something that he couldn't recall at the time because at the very next moment he had found himself kissing Harry Potter.
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Draco sneaked a peek across the hall again at Harry. His one Love, his only Love. And staring at Harry made him realize just exactly why he loved Harry. It wasn't a reason that could be put into words. A reason that could be proved or stated. It was just love. Love for that one person, and love for the other half of his soul. Indeed, Draco Malfoy was truly, madly, and deeply in love with the most beautiful boy in Hogwarts and he counted his blessings that Harry loved him back.
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Next Vignette: Ron x Hermoine (with a few twists later to come ::cackles evilly:: )
Draco looked across the Great Hall and into the green eyes of his lover, Harry. How long ago it seemed when he first fell prey to those emerald jewels. He gave a shuddering breath as he sighed, remembering the first time he truly noticed the fiery green eyes and iridescent beauty of Harry Potter. And oh, how he was drawn in, falling truly, deeply, and madly in love.
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It had been in the corridor right outside the Potion's classroom. On that particular day, Draco had left luncheon early to sit in the hallway reading an intriguing Potion's book that Severus had given him. Severus was his Godfather and uncle and treated him like his own son.a lot better than Lucius ever did anyway. Draco had been deeply absorbed into his book when he heard or rather felt a presence approaching. Potter.
Damn Potter. Why did he always have to pop up out of nowhere when Draco was having a nice peaceful moment to himself away from his goons and simpering Housemates? Trying to suppress a low growl he fixed his attention back on the book when he heard running and heaving breath thundering after Potter's wake.
Oh crikey, it was the Gryffindork trio. He cringed. And leaned back against the stone wall resignedly. So much for being early to class just for a moment of silence. And why were *they* so early anyway? Wasn't Potter always late?
"What are you doing, Malfoy?" The Weasel had snarled. The Mudblood had glared at him suspiciously as if he would never want to be caught dead early to his favorite class. And of course Potter was staring at him like he wanted to kill him if he dared said one word that might insult the garbage he called friends. How charming.
"What are *you* doing, Weasley?" Draco had retorted. After seven years of verbal bantering he was getting quite sick of it and quite frankly, as his last year at Hogwarts he hadn't planned to be an immature little git and didn't feel to keenly about wasting his time on Potty and Co. It seemed as if they felt quite keenly about wasting his and their own time.
Weasley had already gone red and angry from reflex at hearing any sort of sneering tone from Draco. Draco scoffed and decided that he wouldn't even bother. He had been about to just go back to his book when it happened.
As he flicked his eyes back over to his text his silver eyes caught hold of Potter's. Potter's eyes were calm and tranquil, no longer stormy as they used to be. They were the eyes of someone who was no longer a boy, but a man. Eyes that had matured and had grown wiser. Dark green, emerald eyes plucked from an ancient jewel. And Draco wondered why he hadn't noticed it before. How beautiful Potter's eyes were. How beautiful and Godlike Potter looked. The way he stood there standing as of noble, as if he weren't someone who dedicated his life to saving mudbloods. And just watching Potter and admiring his beauty, such beauty that could only be rivaled by Draco's own, Draco felt some invisible force tug on his heart.
He felt his skin become to burn underneath his robes, his face flush, and his mind sinful for staring at something that was just simply Potter. Draco felt his head begin to spin and he became dizzy almost. He couldn't stop staring. He realized later that his mouth must have dropped and his eyes must have glazed over dreamily but, it was the moment that caught him unawares. That he could just look up into Potter's eyes and realize it for the very first time. How beautiful Potter was. His eyes, his face, his lips, and just the way he stood. Like a man.
And at that moment, the very thought that had formed in Draco's mind had seemed so right, so perfect. Everything had locked into a perfect place. A perfect sequence. And he had seemed to understand. It was later that he felt dirty and wrong. Sick and disturbed. He had found himself slashing away at his arms, drowning himself in the shower, trying to cleanse himself from his thoughts.
He couldn't. In the days that followed, Draco had become more and more agitated, and more prone to snapping at his Housemates. He had gone back and analyzed things, sorted through them and tried to make sense of his thoughts. About why, when, what, and how. He had also found himself constantly staring at Potter in some strange possessed way. It had become an addiction almost, just staring at Potter.
It was a horrible, full two weeks later that Draco finally, and truly understood. He had gone to sit on his favorite rock by the lake and was pensively smoking a cigarette that he had bought at some muggle store on one alchohol-induced shopping spree. As his inhaled the smoke and looked out over the lake watching it shimmer, he realized what he couldn't realize before.
He was in love with Harry Potter. Truly, madly, and deeply in love with him. There was no why, when, what, and how. It was just love. Some exotic emotion that he had never felt before yet knew what it was. It was like floating on top of a balloon that could pop at any minute.
It felt wonderful. And right when Draco was basking in this delicious new found glory Potter was sitting beside him. Draco had been shocked. Here was a chance for things to make a turnaround. A change. Fate was giving him another chance to redeem himself.
He offered Potter a cigarette. He talked with Potter. His actions no longer had any connection with his brain. Only with his heart.
And he had said something that he couldn't recall at the time because at the very next moment he had found himself kissing Harry Potter.
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Draco sneaked a peek across the hall again at Harry. His one Love, his only Love. And staring at Harry made him realize just exactly why he loved Harry. It wasn't a reason that could be put into words. A reason that could be proved or stated. It was just love. Love for that one person, and love for the other half of his soul. Indeed, Draco Malfoy was truly, madly, and deeply in love with the most beautiful boy in Hogwarts and he counted his blessings that Harry loved him back.
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Next Vignette: Ron x Hermoine (with a few twists later to come ::cackles evilly:: )