Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER (or Draco Malfoy or Hermione Granger or Ron Weasley or Fred'n'George Weasley or Sirius Black or Albus Dumbledore or Voldywort or …..)
WARNING: This is slash. If you do not like slash, you should probably click the back button now. Cheers!
Center of the Universe
I could feel his eyes on the back of my head, boring into me, willing me to turn around.
For once, I listened.
The Room was too noisy, the band much too crass, but I looked up anyway because I knew he was waiting.
It was now or never, do or die.
I could feel my jaw slacken as my eyes met the incredible twin blazes which burned into my soul and I involuntarily shivered as I started to walk towards him.
The sane part of my mind wondered what in all the nine hells I was doing and begged, "please God, don't let my father find out!"
The rest of me was still striding calmly towards Him, a figure that, like it or not, had haunted my days and nights for the past endless eternity.
Wherever I turned, he was there. He was the golden-boy, ring-leader of the gryffindorks and his eyes had started following me wherever I went. Is it strange that after awhile, I found myself staring right back?
I stopped half-way across the room and willed him to look back up at my eyes, to read the message waiting there like a dew drop, ready to fall.
"Come on Potter, you can do it" I whispered across the hall
I needed and wanted him to acknowledge the desperate tension which had existed between us for the past few weeks…
- 8 -
"Come on Draco, you can do it, give me just one hint, one glance…"
I saw him shift and there was just enough time for my vocal cords to become a nervous lump before his eyes were suddenly in my field of vision. A sound struggled to make it past the block in my throat and I dimly heard a weak "oh…" escape my lips as I met the shining silver spheres turned towards me, studied the play of light on his pale, golden hair.
I knew that I'd been staring at him in classes lately, Hermione would probably figure it out soon. She'll ask if I'm alright – if I'm even sane.
The truth is, I don't really know if I am sane.
Not anymore.
Looking at Draco stirs a strange mixture of emotions in me, one more potent than the strongest of potions brews. I feel like I know every frown, every sneer and blank expression on that face, that should the challenge he constantly presents me with go un-met for but a day the world as I know it would somehow end.
This feeling oozes through my pores and, frankly, I'm surprised no one's noticed.
'Oh God.' He's coming towards me. What do I do?'
Just as he halts his progress in the center of the hall I start to move towards him and as I reach him no words are said. We just stand for a moment, not touching, just staring into each-others eyes, measuring, questioning, accepting.
I can feel it as my world narrows and in no time at all there is only me and him left, dancing in the center of the room. I smile as he spins me because I know that for those few moments, we are the center of the universe.
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