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Eyes
Draco Malfoy
"He was a man of mystery, and had eyes to match. Some would say that his eyes were blue, others silver, and others gray. What no one knew, was that his eyes were everything people said they were. Sometimes they changed to match what he was wearing, but usually they changed to match his moods. They betrayed feelings that he himself did not know he had. I noticed that his eyes were gray whenever he was having strong feelings of either lust or hate, silver when he was in love, and blue for indifference.
It was amazing how he had changed in the space of seven short years. When I had first met him his eyes always seemed blue, as if he could have cared less that I was there. Then, after the chamber incident, his eyes were gray. I always assumed that it was hate, after all, he has hated my family for ages. He was brought up to hate us, me included. Then after a while I noticed that his eyes had acquired a metallic hue. It seemed as if his eyes had brightened up. I had also noticed that he had stopped insulting my family around me. I had always thought it odd, but just cast it off as me looking for something that wasn't there. Then when he started a civil conversation with me, I realized how easy it was to get lost in his eyes, and how lost I got.
I didn't realize it then, but that was the moment that I fell. I fell in love, I just never realized how hard until years later, and it still baffles me. How our love ever worked. We should have never worked. Our families should have disowned us. Mine just gave him numerous warnings. All of my brothers, my father, my mother, and even Harry, warned him that if he hurt me then they would each respectively hurt him, separately, excluding the twins, but they would have done something so bad that Draco would have wished he was never born. But he never would have hurt me, and I knew it. His family just looked down on me for a while, but they did accept me in time. I was actually surprised as how fast his family accepted me. But, what's done is done.
I was even more surprised to find that Lucius Malfoy was a spy for Dumbledore. It turns out that no one except Dumbledore, and now Draco and me. It turns out that the entire Malfoy clan shares the same belief as He- Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, but they would never follow a half-blood like You- Know-Who. In fact they think him quite mad. Like so many others.
But that's not what we're here to talk about. We're here to talk about the life of Draco Malfoy. It's amazing how many people knew him so well. He always put out a cold exterior, but once you got to know him; he was a big softie inside. The trick was just to get him to open up. It was kind of like his eyes. They could be so expressive; you just had to know how to read them. That was one of the things I loved about him. That and the fact that he never picked up his socks. He never picked them up. But he did love them so; I have no idea why. Even after we got married there were so many things I didn't know about him. But that just made everyday with him that more interesting. Knowing that I would find out just a bit more everyday. It's what I looked forward to. That and knowing that he would be mine forever."
Then she walked down from the pulpit over to her husband's casket; Ginny Malfoy gave her husband one last kiss good-bye before closing the lid, wishing that she could see those silver eyes one last time. She turned around to the masses in front of her, smiled, then proceeded to leave the church. On her way out she noticed that most of the faces were tear- streaked. She was happy, knowing that she was able to touch that many people, but at the same time saddened by the topic on which she had to speak, and why she was there. As soon as she got outside, she apparated to the master bedroom that she and Draco had shared, and proceeded to burst into tears. Finally weeping all of the pain and grief she had been feeling since her husband had died, out. Then she abruptly stood up straight, wiped her eyes, and went to prepare for the guests coming over after the funeral. "Draco, I miss you so much." She whispered before heading down the stairs, to memories and the holders to so many more.
A/N: ok I'll admit that there wasn't much about the eyes....but I did start and end with comments about the eyes, and it did set the premise for nearly everything else....so yeah. if you like, could you review? please? if not...oh well...I'll deal.
Eyes
Draco Malfoy
"He was a man of mystery, and had eyes to match. Some would say that his eyes were blue, others silver, and others gray. What no one knew, was that his eyes were everything people said they were. Sometimes they changed to match what he was wearing, but usually they changed to match his moods. They betrayed feelings that he himself did not know he had. I noticed that his eyes were gray whenever he was having strong feelings of either lust or hate, silver when he was in love, and blue for indifference.
It was amazing how he had changed in the space of seven short years. When I had first met him his eyes always seemed blue, as if he could have cared less that I was there. Then, after the chamber incident, his eyes were gray. I always assumed that it was hate, after all, he has hated my family for ages. He was brought up to hate us, me included. Then after a while I noticed that his eyes had acquired a metallic hue. It seemed as if his eyes had brightened up. I had also noticed that he had stopped insulting my family around me. I had always thought it odd, but just cast it off as me looking for something that wasn't there. Then when he started a civil conversation with me, I realized how easy it was to get lost in his eyes, and how lost I got.
I didn't realize it then, but that was the moment that I fell. I fell in love, I just never realized how hard until years later, and it still baffles me. How our love ever worked. We should have never worked. Our families should have disowned us. Mine just gave him numerous warnings. All of my brothers, my father, my mother, and even Harry, warned him that if he hurt me then they would each respectively hurt him, separately, excluding the twins, but they would have done something so bad that Draco would have wished he was never born. But he never would have hurt me, and I knew it. His family just looked down on me for a while, but they did accept me in time. I was actually surprised as how fast his family accepted me. But, what's done is done.
I was even more surprised to find that Lucius Malfoy was a spy for Dumbledore. It turns out that no one except Dumbledore, and now Draco and me. It turns out that the entire Malfoy clan shares the same belief as He- Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, but they would never follow a half-blood like You- Know-Who. In fact they think him quite mad. Like so many others.
But that's not what we're here to talk about. We're here to talk about the life of Draco Malfoy. It's amazing how many people knew him so well. He always put out a cold exterior, but once you got to know him; he was a big softie inside. The trick was just to get him to open up. It was kind of like his eyes. They could be so expressive; you just had to know how to read them. That was one of the things I loved about him. That and the fact that he never picked up his socks. He never picked them up. But he did love them so; I have no idea why. Even after we got married there were so many things I didn't know about him. But that just made everyday with him that more interesting. Knowing that I would find out just a bit more everyday. It's what I looked forward to. That and knowing that he would be mine forever."
Then she walked down from the pulpit over to her husband's casket; Ginny Malfoy gave her husband one last kiss good-bye before closing the lid, wishing that she could see those silver eyes one last time. She turned around to the masses in front of her, smiled, then proceeded to leave the church. On her way out she noticed that most of the faces were tear- streaked. She was happy, knowing that she was able to touch that many people, but at the same time saddened by the topic on which she had to speak, and why she was there. As soon as she got outside, she apparated to the master bedroom that she and Draco had shared, and proceeded to burst into tears. Finally weeping all of the pain and grief she had been feeling since her husband had died, out. Then she abruptly stood up straight, wiped her eyes, and went to prepare for the guests coming over after the funeral. "Draco, I miss you so much." She whispered before heading down the stairs, to memories and the holders to so many more.
A/N: ok I'll admit that there wasn't much about the eyes....but I did start and end with comments about the eyes, and it did set the premise for nearly everything else....so yeah. if you like, could you review? please? if not...oh well...I'll deal.