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SLEEPING BLONDE BEAUTY
Thinking of you
Draco saw Weasley and Granger round the corner and get out of sight. But his mine was miles away from that corridor, thinking faster than ever in his life.
*Potter? It was Potter all along?*
He couldn't believe that HARRY POTTER of all people had kissed him. It was surrealistic. That guy was The Boy Who Lived. He didn't go kissing random people at night. Least of all slytherins. And even more least of all Malfoys.
*Hiding in the darkness of the night.*
Everything fit horribly well. The vanilla smell, the fact that he didn't see anyone after the.he was probably wearing his Invisibility Cloak. Only Harry potter would have hidden after kissing him.
And Weasley. But Thank God it wasn't him. Freckles horrified him.
The blonde slytherin stayed on that corridor for 20 minutes, reflecting on what he had just found out. Harry Potter had kissed him. Harry Potter had woken him up.
Suddenly the last week flashed in front of his eyes. And Pansy.
Pansy knew, of course. The Queen of Gossip. And not only she didn't tell him, she had befriended Potter. Pansy had wanted to get them together. Why? Wasn't she supposed to be pinning over him?
He had a headache the size of a chimaera. He went out to the quidditch pitch. To think. There was no one there when there was no match, specially with the rain that was pouring down on his head.
It was raining. But it was no common rain. It was a gentle rain, like a soft curtain of water combined with a shining sun. it wouldn't be long before the rainbow would show.
Wondering how the hell was he thinking about the rainbow when he had just found out that Harry Potter had kissed him, he surrounded the seats.
He looked up and startled. But better make things clear as soon as possible.
*Talking about.*------------------------------------------------------------ ----------------
While Draco was suffering from headache and pondering in the corridor, Harry and Seamus played wizards chess. Calmness could be breathed in the common room, now that the twins had graduated. It was perfect to play a nice chess game, and Harry liked to play sometimes with someone who didn't win always.
Suddenly the portrait opened with so much force that it crashed onto the wall and bounced. And Hermione entered the common room, carrying a Ron with the most confused expression Harry had seen him with in all his life together. The girl's face was contorted in fury, to herself and to the world. Harry vaguely wondered what had gone wrong.
Ignoring the Fat Lady she grabbed Harry's arm and pulled him up.
"Hermione, what's the matter?" asked Harry, frightened. She ignored him also and said to Seamus:
"I'll give him back later" and then she dragged them both upstairs, demonstrating how strong she was. Harry pitied Malfoy, remembering the slap she had given him on third year.
The common room fell silent, everybody looking around. And then, everybody stood up and run upstairs to eavesdrop and know what had happened.
The three of them reached the boys dormitory and closed the door. Hermione pushed them to the bed. Ron fell to the floor and there he stayed. Harry sat down on the bed, as far from Hermione as possible.
The girl looked at him, with a furious gaze, trying to cool down "Well.well."
Then she went to the door, opened it and, without so much of a glace, shouted at the top of her lungs:
"Get out of here, desperate people without a life!!!" A lot of screams of fright could be heard, as well as "Didn't you say we wouldn't be discovered?". Hermione closed the door again and performed a Silencing Charm and a Locking Spell. Just in case.
The room fell again into silence. The girl had cheeks bright pink and the boys cowered.
"Where were you the night Malfoy woke up, Harry?" her voice was accusing.
Harry paled and Ron got even more confuse, if that was possible.
"I-I don't k-know what you're talking ab-bout, Hermione" stuttered the dark- haired gryffindor.
The girls eyes flashed "Oh, yes, you know perfectly well what I'm talking about".
The boy shook his head, incapable of speaking. The red-head scratched his head and said "What does this have to do with him, Mione?"
"Everything!!" shouted the girl. She was really mortified "The night Malfoy woke up, Harry went to see Proffesor Lupin.or so he said, 'cause he finally went the next day. He didn't go to Lupin's office.or at least, not INTO the office. Why? Because he caught Lupin and Snape in the act".
It was Ron's turn to pale "Lupin and Snape?" Just the idea of it seemed to be capable of making him sick.
"How do you know about Snape and Lupin?" demanded Harry.
Hermione blushed. "Well. I helped them to know each other better. Snape let slip his feelings for Lupin the night I served detention with him for giving Parkinson a nice pair of purple bunny ears. He didn't mean to, but from that moment on I knew. It was me who reserved them a table at a very, very good muggle restaurant and I was also the one who set them on a date without the other knowing it. That was the night they started their relationship."
"W.W-WHY?" said Ron, looking horrified at the very thought.
"Because I like Professor Lupin" she said, calmly.("Precisely!! How could you do this to him?" said Ron) "and because.I also like Snape, in a wicked and disturbing way".
Ron goggled at her. Harry seemed about to say something, then decided against it. She turned to him.
"But don't we go talking about other things.Harry caught Lupin and Snape at.well, it, and then he flew away, didn't you? I don't blame you. But you ended in the Great Hall, where Malfoy was. And there was no one there, so it seemed a very good moment to get rid of that kiss, didn't it, Harry? But something happened, something he didn't expect."
"Hang on.Harry kissed Malfoy? But he had got away without it!!" he turned to his friend "Bad luck, mate!! only two hours or so after that he would be awake."
"No, Ron. Don't you see it? It was Harry who woke him up. He kissed him and the most unexpected thing happened" she stopped to give drama to the situation "Malfoy woke up."
There was an uncomfortable silence in the room. Hermione seemed to have got rid of a very heavy burden. Ron was assimilating it. They both turned to the green-eyed boy.
Harry was very pale and didn't say anything. The silence continued to the point that it was unbearable for Ron.
"Come on, Harry!! Say something!! Tell her it's all a lie!! It's impossible" he turned to the girl "How can you believe that my best mate kissed that.that? Cut it out, Mione!! You didn't kiss him, did you?" he said, tuning again to his best friend "Oh, God, you DID it" he said, looking at his face.
Harry bit his lip and walked to the door.
"Where are you going?" asked Hermione, worried.
"Out" he managed to say between the tight lump he had in his throat. And breaking the spell and the charm he got out.
The girl and the red-head looked at each other.
"I should have been able to see it before" said Hermione to herself "His disinterest in the one who had kissed Malfoy, the way he avoided him, his recent friendship with Parkinson.for how could he go with her if it weren't for information on that stupid blonde? That cow."
"I'm going to take a shower" said the red-head, who was still traumatised.
"You're not angry, are you?" asked Hermione, worried.
"No. it's just that I can't be smelling of something Malfoy likes". Seeing her still worried he reassured her "Look, don't worry about it. I'm only going to drown a little bit in the shower to escape the fact that my best friend in the world is snogging my worst enemy all over the place. Just a healthy entertainment." He turned around "I won't be available to anyone all day. Nor will be the showers. Ciao" and he entered the bathroom.
Hermione sighed "I don't know how we are going to straighten things out this time."****************************************************************
Draco stared at Potter, wetting under the rain, not moving a muscle. He looked small and utterly miserable. The rain made his shirt stick to his body and that particular shade of blue was.transparent.
*Hey, he has one hell of a body!* thought Draco, truly shocked. Potter always seemed to be little and skinny.
He wasn't even trembling from the wetness. His skin, under the light of the sun, looked golden. Draco hadn't seen skin like that ever. His whole family had white skin just like his(AN: Snow Blonde White (LOL)). He didn't even know there were skins that colour.
Well, he decided, better clarify thing when they're still boiling. And he went out.
"Potter!"
The gryffindor turned around and his eyes popped out. He stood up immediately.
The boys stood face to face. Only then did Draco discover that he was wetting too.
"Potter" he repeated.
"Malfoy"
Another silence.
"You didn't believe seriously I would accept you, did you, Potter?" Draco said, disdainfully "A bespectacled dwarf like yourself with someone like me."
The gryffindor swallowed. Draco decided that, as he had started, he'd better end it.
"Listen, Potter, you're no one. A Malfoy can't be with a Mister Nobody, can he?" he swallowed with difficulty. *Maybe I've caught a cold* he told himself. "We, Malfoys, are important people. The high society. Nobility, if you want. You're poor(compared to us, anyway), half-blood, and a gryffindor dwarf. You haven't got a chance."
"You sound as if you're sorry" muttered Harry.
Draco felt suddenly very angry "This is all your fault!!! You kissed me!!! How could you be so stupid? You have betrayed our enmity, don't give me that rubbish!!!"
The gryffindor bit his lip. The blonde looked at him. His black hair was all wet and it stuck to his face. His skin was still golden, even though he had gone pale. His clothes were completely soaking. And, behind very wet glasses, there was a pair of incredible green emerald eyes. Draco realised that those eyes drove him mad. They were an obsession. The were Potter's most mysterious feature and Malfoys always loved mystery.
He remembered his father's photos.
Always.
Suddenly everything was green.
"TO HELL WITH ALL THIS!!" he shouted with fury and stormed away. He didn't look back.**************************************************************
Draco stayed all day in his bedroom, thinking. He didn't go to eat and stayed alone, pondering everything.
When he had come back from the quidditch pitch, he had punched a second year because he was reciting the rhyme of his own second year "Eyes as green as a fresh prickled toad.". He was looking murderous. Every green reminded him of Potter's eyes. And it was just his luck that Slytherin colour was GREEN.
//It was just my stupid pride
I've never needed to hide
Till I met you//
He had always been very proud and it was being so damn difficult for him to admit he had been enchanted by those eyes. Potter could rot in hell. He just wanted his eyes.
He wondered what was going to happen. How would they react when they saw each other. When they looked at each other. Will they have to hide?
//You have jewels for eyes
and a heart that's worth a fight..
Vanilla smell that changed my hate.
Your lips sealed my fate//
Those eyes.Draco had seen lots of emeralds in his life-they were his mother's favourites-but never the same shade of Potter's eyes. They were always less pure.
But. why did potter have to be so goody-goody? Since he had entered adolescence Draco had imagined himself finding his dream girl and being together forever(AN: I mean, what teenager wouldn't?). but his dream girl was sharp, cruel, sarcastic and clever. A true slytherin.
Why don't we ever fall in love with the people we should?
Hang on.fall in love? Who said anything about love? It was Potter who had fallen in love with him, not the other way around. If Potter had a problem, he solved it on his own.
However.he.he had answered. Even if he had blamed Potter for everything, he had answered to the kiss.
He touched his lips. Yeah, he had answered, and it had been fantastic. Magical.
Why couldn't a random slytherin have Potter's eyes? And his lips? And his smell? And his.
.heart?
/7Will I ever play the part
of the dragon challenging the hero's heart?//
He tried, for a moment, to imagine himself going out with Potter. Nothing came to mind.
//And I know that you're gone
And I know you're the one//
He knew that, even if it existed a tiny, minuscule, and surely unimportant possibility that he DID felt something for Potter, he had lost his chance.
Even if, inside his heart, he knew he was his Chosen One.
That was why slytherins preferred brain to heart. So much for heart's taste in men.*****************************************************************
Harry had stayed in the quidditch pitch, not moving. He felt cold from the rain, but it couldn't compare with the cold he was feeling inside.
Never had Malfoy hurt him this badly. And his insults had been pathetic. But to him, they weren't indifferent.
Damn Malfoy.
//It was just that I'm insecure
You'll just have to find a cure
Maybe if you play the dragon's part
You'll be able to reach my heart?//
Why did he have to be so insecure? Hermione had told him load of times he had a big problem with his non-existent self-confidence. And if he hadn't had that problem, he would have came up with a nasty retort to the slytherin and would have hidden how hurt he was.
Why wouldn't Malfoy play his game? The game of hiding, of not saying, of hiding the things that would be better unknown, and better not having been done.
Malfoy had been braver than him. What a disaster.
*Some gryffindor are you, Harry*
Damn angel.
//Sudden sight, should I fight?
Silver angel from the sky.
Will I ever need to lie?
Will I dare to say you 'hi'?//
The blonde bathed in moonlight came back to his eyes. That vision had blinded him to reality, he had forgot their identities and what was expected from them. He had been unable to fight it.
Would they have to lie? Would the rest of the school know about it? Would he dare to speak to him again?
Harry didn't want to imagine what would Lucius Malfoy do to his son if he learnt about it.
*Great. Now I worry more about him than myself*
Damn moon.
//It was just the spell of the moon
Silver light that set my doom.
Will I ever be
Able to see you beside me?//
He couldn't blame the moon for everything. He couldn't. And the worse had been dealt with. His best friends knew about it. He didn't know about Ron but knowing Mione and the way teenager girls were(take Pansy for example)she would be delighted when the shock had passed.
Thinking about the conversation he would be forced to have with his two best friends made his head ache. Badly.
Would they ever be able to be together?***************************************************************
It was 19:30 and Draco was still in his bedroom, doing nothing but think. Suddenly, the door opened.
"Draco, I think you have my book."it was Goyle. He blinked "what's the matter?"
Draco said nothing. He knew the slytherins. He knew that, behind all those scales they had a heart, even if it was a little one, and they had been worried about him. It was just a matter of time since he'll have all of them in his bedroom.
"Come on, Goyle, what are you doing? Oh, hello, Draco." Millicent Blustrode had just entered the room.
Crabbe wouldn't come, he was in the Hospital Wing with cabbage growing from his navel. Blaise hadn't showed up in all day. But Pansy.
"You wouldn't believe."she looked at Draco "What's the matter?"
There she was. Chik! They worked like a clock.
Draco took a deep breath "It was Potter. Potter woke me up with that kiss".
All of them blinked.
"God, you're still on THAT?" asked Goyle, astonished.
Draco ignored him.
"But of course, dear old Pansy already knew it. How considerate of her not to tell me anything"
Pansy had the decency of looking a bit guilty "I was trying to get you two together. You wouldn't have accepted it"
*True* thought the boy.
"It doesn't matter anymore. I talked with him this morning. I've told him a few things. I've rejected him".
Everybody sat down, eager to listen. All this seemed like a very traumatizing soap-opera.
"I've rejected Harry potter" he said, unable to believe it himself "The Boy Who Lived. The wizarding world's hero"
"It's not that bad, Draco" said Goyle "I would have done the same"
"Yeah, don't worry" tried Millicent "There are lots of boys with better body than Potter's" Draco moaned, remembering the quidditch pitch "With eyes more beautiful than Potter's" Draco moaned louder "Who fly better than.okay, maybe not that."
"Yeah, it's what you had to do" said Pansy, seeing him depressed "I don't know what I was thinking when I tried to get you two together. You make such a.an awful couple!!" Draco felt a tiny bit better "Who would want to have that horrible hair? And he's so.goody-goody!!!" Draco smiled weakly "And those.those eyes? They're so.so green. He resembles a.frog. With emerald eyes. But a frog just the same" Draco bit his lip "There are hundreds of boys with those.ok, no, there are not" Pansy sighed "god! I'm trying!!"
The door opened. Blaise Zabini entered the room, looking ecstatic. Everybody was surprised.
"I've found my true love!!" he shouted at the top of his lungs "I've solved what happened to me. I'm in love!! Really!!! For the first time in my life!!!" he blinked at the unenthusiastic reaction "What's the matter? What happens?"
All of them looked at each other.
"Well.Draco found out it was Potter the one that woke him up and.he's just rejected him this morning" said Pansy.
"You're an idiot" said Blaise, calmly. Draco's eyes popped out..
"Am I?" he wondered aloud.
"Yes, you are"
"Blaise! We were trying to cheer him up!!" complained Pansy.
"What Draco really needs is to raise that fat arse of his and start working to win him back" Blaise looked at the other slytherins "What happens with you lot? We, slytherins, always want the best. And Potter IS the best!!" he looked at Pansy "Can you sincerely tell me that you don't like him now that you know him better?" Pansy looked at her shoes. No, she couldn't.
"Why would I want to win him back?" asked Draco, defiantly.
"Because you want to be loved!!" Draco was left open-mouthed "That's your problem, Draco!! You want to be loved but neglect it to yourself out of fear of being thought weak!! And you're wrong!! And Potter is the person with the biggest heart that all of us know, that's for sure. He could love anyone, given time. Just let yourself be loved, Draco"
There was a moment of silence.
"What have I done?" said Draco horrified, hiding his face behind his hands.
"Get up, you lazy git!!" commanded Blaise. The blonde stood up as if he had a firecracker under his bottom "Get working!!"
"Yes, sir!!" said Draco, frenetically. He walked to his trunk and began to search through his stuff. He took out a pair of tight leather pants that his Aunt Maquiavela had given him and he swore he would never wear, a silver shirt and a photo. And he entered the bathroom like a lightning.
Everybody looked at Blaise as if he were showing a pair of wings.
"What's up with those counsels, Doctor Cupid?" she joked.
"Oh, that. My new vision of things. I've got everything sorted out!!"
"Yeah, you've entered saying something about your love." remembered Millicent.
"my love!!" said the dark-haired boy, dramatically "I've been going out with a girl for two weeks. At first I thought she would be a pastime, as were Finnigan and the others, but I've realised she's not. I love her!!!"
"Who's she?" asked Pansy, trembling from excitement of imminent gossip.
"Ginny Weasley!!" said the boy, ecstatic.
The bathroom's door opened. Draco came out, looking gorgeous as ever. Well, they couldn't see him properly, as he was moving really fast around the room. Blaise spoke to him:
"Did you hear, Dray? I'm officially going out with Ginny Weasley!!" he said, happily.
"Whatever" said Draco, who had apparently not heard a word of what he had said "Wish me luck!!"
"GOOD LUCK!"
He had just reached the door when he turned around.
"Oh, yes." And he walked to Blaise, took his head in his hand and kissed him deeply and breath-takingly "Thank you!!" and he went out of the room like a hurricane.
Blaise blinked, looking at the door. Then he turned around "What?"
The others were all looking at him.
Pansy cleared her throat "While Draco wins the boy back, you're going to tell us all that about the Weaselette and you."
Blaise sat down and sighed. He began his story.
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SLEEPING BLONDE BEAUTY
Thinking of you
Draco saw Weasley and Granger round the corner and get out of sight. But his mine was miles away from that corridor, thinking faster than ever in his life.
*Potter? It was Potter all along?*
He couldn't believe that HARRY POTTER of all people had kissed him. It was surrealistic. That guy was The Boy Who Lived. He didn't go kissing random people at night. Least of all slytherins. And even more least of all Malfoys.
*Hiding in the darkness of the night.*
Everything fit horribly well. The vanilla smell, the fact that he didn't see anyone after the.he was probably wearing his Invisibility Cloak. Only Harry potter would have hidden after kissing him.
And Weasley. But Thank God it wasn't him. Freckles horrified him.
The blonde slytherin stayed on that corridor for 20 minutes, reflecting on what he had just found out. Harry Potter had kissed him. Harry Potter had woken him up.
Suddenly the last week flashed in front of his eyes. And Pansy.
Pansy knew, of course. The Queen of Gossip. And not only she didn't tell him, she had befriended Potter. Pansy had wanted to get them together. Why? Wasn't she supposed to be pinning over him?
He had a headache the size of a chimaera. He went out to the quidditch pitch. To think. There was no one there when there was no match, specially with the rain that was pouring down on his head.
It was raining. But it was no common rain. It was a gentle rain, like a soft curtain of water combined with a shining sun. it wouldn't be long before the rainbow would show.
Wondering how the hell was he thinking about the rainbow when he had just found out that Harry Potter had kissed him, he surrounded the seats.
He looked up and startled. But better make things clear as soon as possible.
*Talking about.*------------------------------------------------------------ ----------------
While Draco was suffering from headache and pondering in the corridor, Harry and Seamus played wizards chess. Calmness could be breathed in the common room, now that the twins had graduated. It was perfect to play a nice chess game, and Harry liked to play sometimes with someone who didn't win always.
Suddenly the portrait opened with so much force that it crashed onto the wall and bounced. And Hermione entered the common room, carrying a Ron with the most confused expression Harry had seen him with in all his life together. The girl's face was contorted in fury, to herself and to the world. Harry vaguely wondered what had gone wrong.
Ignoring the Fat Lady she grabbed Harry's arm and pulled him up.
"Hermione, what's the matter?" asked Harry, frightened. She ignored him also and said to Seamus:
"I'll give him back later" and then she dragged them both upstairs, demonstrating how strong she was. Harry pitied Malfoy, remembering the slap she had given him on third year.
The common room fell silent, everybody looking around. And then, everybody stood up and run upstairs to eavesdrop and know what had happened.
The three of them reached the boys dormitory and closed the door. Hermione pushed them to the bed. Ron fell to the floor and there he stayed. Harry sat down on the bed, as far from Hermione as possible.
The girl looked at him, with a furious gaze, trying to cool down "Well.well."
Then she went to the door, opened it and, without so much of a glace, shouted at the top of her lungs:
"Get out of here, desperate people without a life!!!" A lot of screams of fright could be heard, as well as "Didn't you say we wouldn't be discovered?". Hermione closed the door again and performed a Silencing Charm and a Locking Spell. Just in case.
The room fell again into silence. The girl had cheeks bright pink and the boys cowered.
"Where were you the night Malfoy woke up, Harry?" her voice was accusing.
Harry paled and Ron got even more confuse, if that was possible.
"I-I don't k-know what you're talking ab-bout, Hermione" stuttered the dark- haired gryffindor.
The girls eyes flashed "Oh, yes, you know perfectly well what I'm talking about".
The boy shook his head, incapable of speaking. The red-head scratched his head and said "What does this have to do with him, Mione?"
"Everything!!" shouted the girl. She was really mortified "The night Malfoy woke up, Harry went to see Proffesor Lupin.or so he said, 'cause he finally went the next day. He didn't go to Lupin's office.or at least, not INTO the office. Why? Because he caught Lupin and Snape in the act".
It was Ron's turn to pale "Lupin and Snape?" Just the idea of it seemed to be capable of making him sick.
"How do you know about Snape and Lupin?" demanded Harry.
Hermione blushed. "Well. I helped them to know each other better. Snape let slip his feelings for Lupin the night I served detention with him for giving Parkinson a nice pair of purple bunny ears. He didn't mean to, but from that moment on I knew. It was me who reserved them a table at a very, very good muggle restaurant and I was also the one who set them on a date without the other knowing it. That was the night they started their relationship."
"W.W-WHY?" said Ron, looking horrified at the very thought.
"Because I like Professor Lupin" she said, calmly.("Precisely!! How could you do this to him?" said Ron) "and because.I also like Snape, in a wicked and disturbing way".
Ron goggled at her. Harry seemed about to say something, then decided against it. She turned to him.
"But don't we go talking about other things.Harry caught Lupin and Snape at.well, it, and then he flew away, didn't you? I don't blame you. But you ended in the Great Hall, where Malfoy was. And there was no one there, so it seemed a very good moment to get rid of that kiss, didn't it, Harry? But something happened, something he didn't expect."
"Hang on.Harry kissed Malfoy? But he had got away without it!!" he turned to his friend "Bad luck, mate!! only two hours or so after that he would be awake."
"No, Ron. Don't you see it? It was Harry who woke him up. He kissed him and the most unexpected thing happened" she stopped to give drama to the situation "Malfoy woke up."
There was an uncomfortable silence in the room. Hermione seemed to have got rid of a very heavy burden. Ron was assimilating it. They both turned to the green-eyed boy.
Harry was very pale and didn't say anything. The silence continued to the point that it was unbearable for Ron.
"Come on, Harry!! Say something!! Tell her it's all a lie!! It's impossible" he turned to the girl "How can you believe that my best mate kissed that.that? Cut it out, Mione!! You didn't kiss him, did you?" he said, tuning again to his best friend "Oh, God, you DID it" he said, looking at his face.
Harry bit his lip and walked to the door.
"Where are you going?" asked Hermione, worried.
"Out" he managed to say between the tight lump he had in his throat. And breaking the spell and the charm he got out.
The girl and the red-head looked at each other.
"I should have been able to see it before" said Hermione to herself "His disinterest in the one who had kissed Malfoy, the way he avoided him, his recent friendship with Parkinson.for how could he go with her if it weren't for information on that stupid blonde? That cow."
"I'm going to take a shower" said the red-head, who was still traumatised.
"You're not angry, are you?" asked Hermione, worried.
"No. it's just that I can't be smelling of something Malfoy likes". Seeing her still worried he reassured her "Look, don't worry about it. I'm only going to drown a little bit in the shower to escape the fact that my best friend in the world is snogging my worst enemy all over the place. Just a healthy entertainment." He turned around "I won't be available to anyone all day. Nor will be the showers. Ciao" and he entered the bathroom.
Hermione sighed "I don't know how we are going to straighten things out this time."****************************************************************
Draco stared at Potter, wetting under the rain, not moving a muscle. He looked small and utterly miserable. The rain made his shirt stick to his body and that particular shade of blue was.transparent.
*Hey, he has one hell of a body!* thought Draco, truly shocked. Potter always seemed to be little and skinny.
He wasn't even trembling from the wetness. His skin, under the light of the sun, looked golden. Draco hadn't seen skin like that ever. His whole family had white skin just like his(AN: Snow Blonde White (LOL)). He didn't even know there were skins that colour.
Well, he decided, better clarify thing when they're still boiling. And he went out.
"Potter!"
The gryffindor turned around and his eyes popped out. He stood up immediately.
The boys stood face to face. Only then did Draco discover that he was wetting too.
"Potter" he repeated.
"Malfoy"
Another silence.
"You didn't believe seriously I would accept you, did you, Potter?" Draco said, disdainfully "A bespectacled dwarf like yourself with someone like me."
The gryffindor swallowed. Draco decided that, as he had started, he'd better end it.
"Listen, Potter, you're no one. A Malfoy can't be with a Mister Nobody, can he?" he swallowed with difficulty. *Maybe I've caught a cold* he told himself. "We, Malfoys, are important people. The high society. Nobility, if you want. You're poor(compared to us, anyway), half-blood, and a gryffindor dwarf. You haven't got a chance."
"You sound as if you're sorry" muttered Harry.
Draco felt suddenly very angry "This is all your fault!!! You kissed me!!! How could you be so stupid? You have betrayed our enmity, don't give me that rubbish!!!"
The gryffindor bit his lip. The blonde looked at him. His black hair was all wet and it stuck to his face. His skin was still golden, even though he had gone pale. His clothes were completely soaking. And, behind very wet glasses, there was a pair of incredible green emerald eyes. Draco realised that those eyes drove him mad. They were an obsession. The were Potter's most mysterious feature and Malfoys always loved mystery.
He remembered his father's photos.
Always.
Suddenly everything was green.
"TO HELL WITH ALL THIS!!" he shouted with fury and stormed away. He didn't look back.**************************************************************
Draco stayed all day in his bedroom, thinking. He didn't go to eat and stayed alone, pondering everything.
When he had come back from the quidditch pitch, he had punched a second year because he was reciting the rhyme of his own second year "Eyes as green as a fresh prickled toad.". He was looking murderous. Every green reminded him of Potter's eyes. And it was just his luck that Slytherin colour was GREEN.
//It was just my stupid pride
I've never needed to hide
Till I met you//
He had always been very proud and it was being so damn difficult for him to admit he had been enchanted by those eyes. Potter could rot in hell. He just wanted his eyes.
He wondered what was going to happen. How would they react when they saw each other. When they looked at each other. Will they have to hide?
//You have jewels for eyes
and a heart that's worth a fight..
Vanilla smell that changed my hate.
Your lips sealed my fate//
Those eyes.Draco had seen lots of emeralds in his life-they were his mother's favourites-but never the same shade of Potter's eyes. They were always less pure.
But. why did potter have to be so goody-goody? Since he had entered adolescence Draco had imagined himself finding his dream girl and being together forever(AN: I mean, what teenager wouldn't?). but his dream girl was sharp, cruel, sarcastic and clever. A true slytherin.
Why don't we ever fall in love with the people we should?
Hang on.fall in love? Who said anything about love? It was Potter who had fallen in love with him, not the other way around. If Potter had a problem, he solved it on his own.
However.he.he had answered. Even if he had blamed Potter for everything, he had answered to the kiss.
He touched his lips. Yeah, he had answered, and it had been fantastic. Magical.
Why couldn't a random slytherin have Potter's eyes? And his lips? And his smell? And his.
.heart?
/7Will I ever play the part
of the dragon challenging the hero's heart?//
He tried, for a moment, to imagine himself going out with Potter. Nothing came to mind.
//And I know that you're gone
And I know you're the one//
He knew that, even if it existed a tiny, minuscule, and surely unimportant possibility that he DID felt something for Potter, he had lost his chance.
Even if, inside his heart, he knew he was his Chosen One.
That was why slytherins preferred brain to heart. So much for heart's taste in men.*****************************************************************
Harry had stayed in the quidditch pitch, not moving. He felt cold from the rain, but it couldn't compare with the cold he was feeling inside.
Never had Malfoy hurt him this badly. And his insults had been pathetic. But to him, they weren't indifferent.
Damn Malfoy.
//It was just that I'm insecure
You'll just have to find a cure
Maybe if you play the dragon's part
You'll be able to reach my heart?//
Why did he have to be so insecure? Hermione had told him load of times he had a big problem with his non-existent self-confidence. And if he hadn't had that problem, he would have came up with a nasty retort to the slytherin and would have hidden how hurt he was.
Why wouldn't Malfoy play his game? The game of hiding, of not saying, of hiding the things that would be better unknown, and better not having been done.
Malfoy had been braver than him. What a disaster.
*Some gryffindor are you, Harry*
Damn angel.
//Sudden sight, should I fight?
Silver angel from the sky.
Will I ever need to lie?
Will I dare to say you 'hi'?//
The blonde bathed in moonlight came back to his eyes. That vision had blinded him to reality, he had forgot their identities and what was expected from them. He had been unable to fight it.
Would they have to lie? Would the rest of the school know about it? Would he dare to speak to him again?
Harry didn't want to imagine what would Lucius Malfoy do to his son if he learnt about it.
*Great. Now I worry more about him than myself*
Damn moon.
//It was just the spell of the moon
Silver light that set my doom.
Will I ever be
Able to see you beside me?//
He couldn't blame the moon for everything. He couldn't. And the worse had been dealt with. His best friends knew about it. He didn't know about Ron but knowing Mione and the way teenager girls were(take Pansy for example)she would be delighted when the shock had passed.
Thinking about the conversation he would be forced to have with his two best friends made his head ache. Badly.
Would they ever be able to be together?***************************************************************
It was 19:30 and Draco was still in his bedroom, doing nothing but think. Suddenly, the door opened.
"Draco, I think you have my book."it was Goyle. He blinked "what's the matter?"
Draco said nothing. He knew the slytherins. He knew that, behind all those scales they had a heart, even if it was a little one, and they had been worried about him. It was just a matter of time since he'll have all of them in his bedroom.
"Come on, Goyle, what are you doing? Oh, hello, Draco." Millicent Blustrode had just entered the room.
Crabbe wouldn't come, he was in the Hospital Wing with cabbage growing from his navel. Blaise hadn't showed up in all day. But Pansy.
"You wouldn't believe."she looked at Draco "What's the matter?"
There she was. Chik! They worked like a clock.
Draco took a deep breath "It was Potter. Potter woke me up with that kiss".
All of them blinked.
"God, you're still on THAT?" asked Goyle, astonished.
Draco ignored him.
"But of course, dear old Pansy already knew it. How considerate of her not to tell me anything"
Pansy had the decency of looking a bit guilty "I was trying to get you two together. You wouldn't have accepted it"
*True* thought the boy.
"It doesn't matter anymore. I talked with him this morning. I've told him a few things. I've rejected him".
Everybody sat down, eager to listen. All this seemed like a very traumatizing soap-opera.
"I've rejected Harry potter" he said, unable to believe it himself "The Boy Who Lived. The wizarding world's hero"
"It's not that bad, Draco" said Goyle "I would have done the same"
"Yeah, don't worry" tried Millicent "There are lots of boys with better body than Potter's" Draco moaned, remembering the quidditch pitch "With eyes more beautiful than Potter's" Draco moaned louder "Who fly better than.okay, maybe not that."
"Yeah, it's what you had to do" said Pansy, seeing him depressed "I don't know what I was thinking when I tried to get you two together. You make such a.an awful couple!!" Draco felt a tiny bit better "Who would want to have that horrible hair? And he's so.goody-goody!!!" Draco smiled weakly "And those.those eyes? They're so.so green. He resembles a.frog. With emerald eyes. But a frog just the same" Draco bit his lip "There are hundreds of boys with those.ok, no, there are not" Pansy sighed "god! I'm trying!!"
The door opened. Blaise Zabini entered the room, looking ecstatic. Everybody was surprised.
"I've found my true love!!" he shouted at the top of his lungs "I've solved what happened to me. I'm in love!! Really!!! For the first time in my life!!!" he blinked at the unenthusiastic reaction "What's the matter? What happens?"
All of them looked at each other.
"Well.Draco found out it was Potter the one that woke him up and.he's just rejected him this morning" said Pansy.
"You're an idiot" said Blaise, calmly. Draco's eyes popped out..
"Am I?" he wondered aloud.
"Yes, you are"
"Blaise! We were trying to cheer him up!!" complained Pansy.
"What Draco really needs is to raise that fat arse of his and start working to win him back" Blaise looked at the other slytherins "What happens with you lot? We, slytherins, always want the best. And Potter IS the best!!" he looked at Pansy "Can you sincerely tell me that you don't like him now that you know him better?" Pansy looked at her shoes. No, she couldn't.
"Why would I want to win him back?" asked Draco, defiantly.
"Because you want to be loved!!" Draco was left open-mouthed "That's your problem, Draco!! You want to be loved but neglect it to yourself out of fear of being thought weak!! And you're wrong!! And Potter is the person with the biggest heart that all of us know, that's for sure. He could love anyone, given time. Just let yourself be loved, Draco"
There was a moment of silence.
"What have I done?" said Draco horrified, hiding his face behind his hands.
"Get up, you lazy git!!" commanded Blaise. The blonde stood up as if he had a firecracker under his bottom "Get working!!"
"Yes, sir!!" said Draco, frenetically. He walked to his trunk and began to search through his stuff. He took out a pair of tight leather pants that his Aunt Maquiavela had given him and he swore he would never wear, a silver shirt and a photo. And he entered the bathroom like a lightning.
Everybody looked at Blaise as if he were showing a pair of wings.
"What's up with those counsels, Doctor Cupid?" she joked.
"Oh, that. My new vision of things. I've got everything sorted out!!"
"Yeah, you've entered saying something about your love." remembered Millicent.
"my love!!" said the dark-haired boy, dramatically "I've been going out with a girl for two weeks. At first I thought she would be a pastime, as were Finnigan and the others, but I've realised she's not. I love her!!!"
"Who's she?" asked Pansy, trembling from excitement of imminent gossip.
"Ginny Weasley!!" said the boy, ecstatic.
The bathroom's door opened. Draco came out, looking gorgeous as ever. Well, they couldn't see him properly, as he was moving really fast around the room. Blaise spoke to him:
"Did you hear, Dray? I'm officially going out with Ginny Weasley!!" he said, happily.
"Whatever" said Draco, who had apparently not heard a word of what he had said "Wish me luck!!"
"GOOD LUCK!"
He had just reached the door when he turned around.
"Oh, yes." And he walked to Blaise, took his head in his hand and kissed him deeply and breath-takingly "Thank you!!" and he went out of the room like a hurricane.
Blaise blinked, looking at the door. Then he turned around "What?"
The others were all looking at him.
Pansy cleared her throat "While Draco wins the boy back, you're going to tell us all that about the Weaselette and you."
Blaise sat down and sighed. He began his story.
A.N: wow!! It's long, isn't it? Did you like it?? What about the song? Tell me!!!