Grey Porcelain
Malfoy was pretty in the moonlight; like a fragile porcelain doll. Sitting on the steps to the Entrance Hall and staring out over the grounds with no sneer or smirk on his face. He looked...real. Harry thought that Malfoy would smell like water lilies, taste like honey and feel like velvet covered marble.
Malfoy glanced up as he heard Harry approach from behind. He held the Gryffindor's gaze before returning his eyes to the scenery. Harry sat down beside him.
'Cigarette?'
Their eyes met again as Harry handed the drug back. Looking into the grey depths, Harry wondered what happened to black and white.
Malfoy was pretty in the moonlight; like a fragile porcelain doll. Sitting on the steps to the Entrance Hall and staring out over the grounds with no sneer or smirk on his face. He looked...real. Harry thought that Malfoy would smell like water lilies, taste like honey and feel like velvet covered marble.
Malfoy glanced up as he heard Harry approach from behind. He held the Gryffindor's gaze before returning his eyes to the scenery. Harry sat down beside him.
'Cigarette?'
Their eyes met again as Harry handed the drug back. Looking into the grey depths, Harry wondered what happened to black and white.