His Eyes
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You may ask what made me fall in love with a dirty, rotten, lying, cheating Slytherin. To you, my answer may seem a little strange, but... it was his eyes. Those slate colored pools of emotion let me see past his tough-boy act. By looking into those oddly vivid eyes, I figured out what Draco Malfoy was really like, and that drew me to him.
Draco was the most beautiful person I have ever met. Yes, all the Malfoy's had good looks, but this one in particular was very gorgeous. He inherited his mother's eyes, his father's soft, silvery blonde hair, and their smooth, pale skin. He had this... this aura that was so irresistible, yet intimidating. It was amazing. He was amazing. I often wonder what life would be like if he was still here, with me and Melissa, the child I had with Hermione before I admitted (to myself and to others) I was gay.
At the end of our seventh year on the Hogwarts Express, Draco sat with me, after noticing that my two "best friends" (ha) were nowhere to be seen. I can remember it like it was yesterday...
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"Can I s-sit with you, Potter?" Draco stutters, blushing slightly, while I nod my head and offer a weak smile. "Th-thanks." Still stuttering. How cute, I think.
"So, how has your year been?" Damnit, Harry, be smoother than that! I swear at myself silently.
"Good, I guess." Draco sighs, looking even more adorable than ever. "Ok.um, listen. I-I am sorry for treating you, the weasel, and Mudbl- er, Hermione, badly these years. Um- yeah...well." Draco trails off, blushing even more than ever, then brushes my dark hair away from my eyes, and leans in. Our lips brush softly, and our heartbeats quicken as the train starts hurtling forward. His long, unusually dark eyelashes sweep across my cheek, causing me to shudder. After that moment, which was so perfect, we part, somewhat reluctantly, both holding our breath with eyes still closed.
"I have wanted to do that for so long, Potter." Draco gasped.
"Please, call me Harry." I whisper back, and pull him into another embrace.
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Draco Malfoy, son of Death Eater Lucius Malfoy, and the Famous Harry Potter fall in love. Sounds hard to believe, but yes, it was true. Deep down, I always knew this would be too perfect to be true. I knew something terrible would drive us apart, something would ruin our lives, but I had no idea it would be the death of my only true love.
~~**~~
You may ask what made me fall in love with a dirty, rotten, lying, cheating Slytherin. To you, my answer may seem a little strange, but... it was his eyes. Those slate colored pools of emotion let me see past his tough-boy act. By looking into those oddly vivid eyes, I figured out what Draco Malfoy was really like, and that drew me to him.
Draco was the most beautiful person I have ever met. Yes, all the Malfoy's had good looks, but this one in particular was very gorgeous. He inherited his mother's eyes, his father's soft, silvery blonde hair, and their smooth, pale skin. He had this... this aura that was so irresistible, yet intimidating. It was amazing. He was amazing. I often wonder what life would be like if he was still here, with me and Melissa, the child I had with Hermione before I admitted (to myself and to others) I was gay.
At the end of our seventh year on the Hogwarts Express, Draco sat with me, after noticing that my two "best friends" (ha) were nowhere to be seen. I can remember it like it was yesterday...
~~**~~
"Can I s-sit with you, Potter?" Draco stutters, blushing slightly, while I nod my head and offer a weak smile. "Th-thanks." Still stuttering. How cute, I think.
"So, how has your year been?" Damnit, Harry, be smoother than that! I swear at myself silently.
"Good, I guess." Draco sighs, looking even more adorable than ever. "Ok.um, listen. I-I am sorry for treating you, the weasel, and Mudbl- er, Hermione, badly these years. Um- yeah...well." Draco trails off, blushing even more than ever, then brushes my dark hair away from my eyes, and leans in. Our lips brush softly, and our heartbeats quicken as the train starts hurtling forward. His long, unusually dark eyelashes sweep across my cheek, causing me to shudder. After that moment, which was so perfect, we part, somewhat reluctantly, both holding our breath with eyes still closed.
"I have wanted to do that for so long, Potter." Draco gasped.
"Please, call me Harry." I whisper back, and pull him into another embrace.
~~**~~
Draco Malfoy, son of Death Eater Lucius Malfoy, and the Famous Harry Potter fall in love. Sounds hard to believe, but yes, it was true. Deep down, I always knew this would be too perfect to be true. I knew something terrible would drive us apart, something would ruin our lives, but I had no idea it would be the death of my only true love.