Title: Graphite

Author: regret

Disclaimer: not mine. jkr's and all that blather

Rating: g – it's pure fluff people.

Warnings: slashy overtones

Graphite
By regret



"Harry, what is it?"

A blank look.

"Hmmm...?"

Exasperated, "Where'd you go? You've been zoning out like that a lot lately."

A sigh.

"It's nothing 'Mione."

"Just. Tell. Me."

A thoughtful gaze.

Softly, "You know how, when you hold your breath, your vision begins to grey out the moment before you know you can't hold it any longer? The moment before you simply *know* your head will burst if you don't breath *now*?"

A nod.

"I was just thinking that that grey, *that* *grey*, is the color of Draco's eyes."

A worried look.

"...Harry. That's not healthy."

Confusion.

"What's not healthy, holding your breath 'til your head explodes?!"

"No, no. It not healthy for you to think about Malfoy that way."

A scrunched expression.

"What way?"

"Well, you were speaking so *seriously*, about his *eyes* no less and --"

"You've got to admit, 'Mione, he has very pretty eyes. I've never seen anything like their color before. it's like... silver dusted with pencil lead and light!"

A frown.

"There you go again! You sound almost, well, *fond* of him."

Blinking.

Haughtily, "Well, maybe I *am* fond of him. Doesn't mean I *like* him or anything... the... slimy git..."

A small, private smile.

A snort.

"Indeed."