Speechless.
by : epiphanies
He renders me speechless sometimes.
No, scratch that. Often. On a daily basis. One some days, even, an hourly basis.
It's not the kind of speechless that moving and will make the soft hearted cry. It's not the kind of speechless that gets my quill scribbling, or the kind of speechless that's motivating in any possible, positive way. Just...speechless. Like I have nothing to say, and even if I did, it would sound irrelevant and stupid.
Sometimes it's something he says, one of his sarcastic undertones or witty jokes that he only shares in the privacy of his dormitory (which I am included in because, of course, I am always in there.) Sometimes I see an amazing intelligence in his eyes, and it makes my pulse quicken, makes me want to scream , "Why don't you apply yourself and show up Hermione Granger?"
And sometimes it was just a look he'd give me. One that said, "You know I love you," or "Meet me at midnight," or "I have something to tell you," or "We're surrounded by idiots."
And he knows, he knows he makes me speechless, and he isn't, never has been, fazed by it.
I wish I could be as quick, as witty, as fun. It's just not me. That's why I need Draco to compensate. Sure, I know how to ridicule, what teenager doesn't? But, honestly, he's a world beyond me. So much better than me.
I wish I could tell him this.
But I'm too busy being speechless.