~Disclaimer: As much as I would like, I do not own any of these characters
(aside from my beloved Eilea) and the rights are all J. K. Rowling's. . .
please don't sue . . . I'm poor . . .~
A/N: OK, I figure you'd've guessed this by now, but this is Draco's PoV . . . same scene, by the way. I just though that I needed to get in Draco's ideas on everything. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I can't focus on anything I'm supposed to be studying. All I can think of now is her. Her face, that beautiful black hair and beautiful, strange, impossible eyes. There's really no way I can describe her or what I feel for her. All I know is I've never felt this way before, although it doesn't seem to be a negative feeling that I'm harboring. It's just so foreign to actually . . . well . . care. The only people that have occupied my thoughts this much before are those which have issued me death threats, and even then there would be something I could do to take my mind off them. Nothing seems to work, and all I can do is to just keep repeating her name over and over again to myself as her picture stays in my mind. And all I know is that I don't even mind , but there seems to be an emptiness about me. Her. I want, no, I need, to be with her.
Without even thinking about it, I gather up my books and everything and head off to the Slytherin tower. I briefly glance at my watch, and the late time brings me back to reality. 'Where was I going?' I silently ask myself, realizing, in horror, that I have forgotten the Slytherin password. Then it dawns on me, along with the reality of the fact that she will be there. I try to straighten myself up and regain my composure and I enter in and give her one of my nicer greetings. It must not have come out right, because all she does is stare. "You okay?" I ask her. Something's not right. "You look a little paler than usual. . . if that's possible," I can't help but add, accompanied by a smirk.
Suddenly her face begins to change. This isn't something magical she is trying to tell me, as she has once with her eyes. No, this, as a matter of fact, she seemed she was trying to hide. She looks down at the floor, letting her black hair fill in the space over her cheeks, but I can see the beginnings of a blush. I saw pools of red quickly spread out from the centers of her cheeks - she has just only managed to to cover her face before it envelops both of her cheeks completely.
Confused as to why her cheeks have stolen the fire from her eyes, I tilt my head slightly, looking, I think, puzzled. Suddenly, I am filled with the thought of a great possibility - maybe I know why she blushes. Maybe I am why she blushes.
At the thought of this, I can feel my own cheeks begin to flush. "Now. . ." I begin to say, but stop, unsure about what to say to follow. "Ei . . . Eilea?" I managed to get out.
"Just. . . leave me be," she says awkwardly. I consider following her, but decide against it. Instead, I head up to my own bed. My heart ("I didn't even know you had one," I could perfectly envision her saying), seemed to split in two. It doesn't take much longer, only what seems like a millennium or two, before I make my way back down to the common room. And there she is, but she has turned to leave, probably upon noticing me. I, still standing on the last stair extending from the boy's dormitory, grab her shoulder gently and pull her backwards, positioning her to face me. The first thing I notice is something glistening on her cheeks - she has been crying. I look her in the eye, finally unafraid, and for some time, there is a deep understanding and connection between us. When I feel the muscles in her arm relax, I let her go.
And then she makes her move. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - A/N: Sorry the last two chapters were so short, and cliffhangers, but I need to know who's PoV to do the next chapter from, and should I continue with the different PoVs or is it getting too repetitive? Well, please review!
A/N: OK, I figure you'd've guessed this by now, but this is Draco's PoV . . . same scene, by the way. I just though that I needed to get in Draco's ideas on everything. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I can't focus on anything I'm supposed to be studying. All I can think of now is her. Her face, that beautiful black hair and beautiful, strange, impossible eyes. There's really no way I can describe her or what I feel for her. All I know is I've never felt this way before, although it doesn't seem to be a negative feeling that I'm harboring. It's just so foreign to actually . . . well . . care. The only people that have occupied my thoughts this much before are those which have issued me death threats, and even then there would be something I could do to take my mind off them. Nothing seems to work, and all I can do is to just keep repeating her name over and over again to myself as her picture stays in my mind. And all I know is that I don't even mind , but there seems to be an emptiness about me. Her. I want, no, I need, to be with her.
Without even thinking about it, I gather up my books and everything and head off to the Slytherin tower. I briefly glance at my watch, and the late time brings me back to reality. 'Where was I going?' I silently ask myself, realizing, in horror, that I have forgotten the Slytherin password. Then it dawns on me, along with the reality of the fact that she will be there. I try to straighten myself up and regain my composure and I enter in and give her one of my nicer greetings. It must not have come out right, because all she does is stare. "You okay?" I ask her. Something's not right. "You look a little paler than usual. . . if that's possible," I can't help but add, accompanied by a smirk.
Suddenly her face begins to change. This isn't something magical she is trying to tell me, as she has once with her eyes. No, this, as a matter of fact, she seemed she was trying to hide. She looks down at the floor, letting her black hair fill in the space over her cheeks, but I can see the beginnings of a blush. I saw pools of red quickly spread out from the centers of her cheeks - she has just only managed to to cover her face before it envelops both of her cheeks completely.
Confused as to why her cheeks have stolen the fire from her eyes, I tilt my head slightly, looking, I think, puzzled. Suddenly, I am filled with the thought of a great possibility - maybe I know why she blushes. Maybe I am why she blushes.
At the thought of this, I can feel my own cheeks begin to flush. "Now. . ." I begin to say, but stop, unsure about what to say to follow. "Ei . . . Eilea?" I managed to get out.
"Just. . . leave me be," she says awkwardly. I consider following her, but decide against it. Instead, I head up to my own bed. My heart ("I didn't even know you had one," I could perfectly envision her saying), seemed to split in two. It doesn't take much longer, only what seems like a millennium or two, before I make my way back down to the common room. And there she is, but she has turned to leave, probably upon noticing me. I, still standing on the last stair extending from the boy's dormitory, grab her shoulder gently and pull her backwards, positioning her to face me. The first thing I notice is something glistening on her cheeks - she has been crying. I look her in the eye, finally unafraid, and for some time, there is a deep understanding and connection between us. When I feel the muscles in her arm relax, I let her go.
And then she makes her move. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - A/N: Sorry the last two chapters were so short, and cliffhangers, but I need to know who's PoV to do the next chapter from, and should I continue with the different PoVs or is it getting too repetitive? Well, please review!