Draco woke before dawn, like usual, and crept out of the house, innoticed
but his half-awake father.
He wandered up the silent streets wet from the rain last night.
The street lamps were still lit, reflected in the shining black pavement.
His feet slashed through the puddles as he clutched his picture tightly to his chest, panting from running away so fast.
"What's the rush?" a cool voice said from behind.
Draco turned and saw the Weasley twins- he'd been warned about them.
"What's that?" one asked, an 'F' on his left arm left him guess it was Fred.
"It's a picture..." Draco whispered, his eyes on the floor.
"Aw...ickle Dracoline has a pwetty picture," the one with a 'G' on his left shoulder added.
"Lemme see..." a new voice- a girl, he recalled a teacher calling her Hermione, appeared, "I wanna see this...'art'..." she laughed.
"Let's go," a new voice muttered.
It was Harry!
"Harry?" Draco whispered a bit louder.
"Let's go," he repeated louder, tuging down his baseball cap and making the others follow, "There's a few new cds I wanna pick up..."
"Awesome," Ron grinned.
Draco poised his pencil, glancing at the picture he'd been studying- his sketch from this morning.
It was of a character of himself...
It was a character of himself; of who he wanted to be...
A young boy dressed in black robes that fell past his feet tied at the waist with a thin cord. Perched on his arm was a brilliant eagle-owl with its wings spread as if it'd just landed or was prepared to take off. Plastered on his face was a lopesided smirk.
Behind him was a shy boy, dressed in white robes, his back turned as he looked over his shoulder. His hair was black and, though the black-and- white sketch didn't show it, his eyes shone like emeralds from mountain, never revealing their depth.
Draco continued, biting his lip, to sketch it better on the large canvass, trying his hardest to concentrate but it was so damn hard to see with these tears in his eyes.
He paused, rubbing them away only to get charcoal from his pencil on his cheek.
He continued until he was satisfied with the sketch.
The door creaked open and there stood Harry holding an expensive set of paint, a cd player, and a handful of cds.
"Why are you here?" Draco asked softly.
"I came to help," Harry bent down, plugging in the cd player and putting one on.
The soft sounds of an orchastra filled the room as Harry pulled a stool up next to Draco.
"I'm sorry for bailing on you this morning, but the new Lord of the Rings soundtrack came out," he lied, nodding towards the cd player, "I had to buy it," he added, his eyes on the floor hoping Draco'd fall for it.
"Okay....forgiven," Draco smiled, wiping his cheek again, getting more charcoal pencil marks on them.
"So..."
"Just watch, you can help in a minute," Draco took out a fine brush, dipping it in water to soften the brustles and then opened the black paint Harry'd brought.
Harry's eyes were focused on Draco's semiclosed ones as the blond squinted, consentrating on where the brush went, careful not to drip paint on it.
Harry realized how long this would take to outline this frame, and consider how large the old one was, how long it must've taken.
"Draco?"
"Yeah?" Draco looked up, looking ridiculous with his face covered in flickers of paint and smear charcoal pencil marks alll over his face.
"I'm sorry 'bout your other painting," Harry looked at his shoes.
"I know, that's why you're helping me," Draco said innocently.
"C'mon, let's go to my house after school today. Bring it," he nodded towards the painting.
"Okay!" Draco grinned, washing his brushes and carefully putting them in a piece of soft cloth.
Harry sighed opening the door; he's lied to his friends, telling them he had detention with Snape.
Draco stumbled in the flat, his arms full with the painting, sketches, paint, and brushes.
"Why don't we just leave it all here then you can work on it all the time," Harry handed Draco a spare key and opened the door to what he'd planned to be their studio.
It was a vast room with a sliding glass door. It was empty except the stool and an easel he'd bought with his money.
His parents were wealthy recording artists who'd died on a plane wreck.
He shook the thought from his head as he watched the small blond set up.
"This is wicked," Draco murmured, unfolding his brushes.
Harry watched his face light up as he noticed something on the corner of the easel.
"Wow! Harry!" Draco turned to Harry, grinning.
On the corner was engraved "Draco Malfoy".
"You didn't have to..."
"I did..." Harry jumped as Draco hugged him.
"You're the best!"
Osiris: I've been totally out of it lately because I didn't have my sketchbook until now and I've lost so many ideas since then...damn...
blinks
anyway, Anubis it's your turn, and are you gonna give me a ride?!?!?! Did you even call or send the bloody thinng in? If not, you are so shunned! (jk)
He wandered up the silent streets wet from the rain last night.
The street lamps were still lit, reflected in the shining black pavement.
His feet slashed through the puddles as he clutched his picture tightly to his chest, panting from running away so fast.
"What's the rush?" a cool voice said from behind.
Draco turned and saw the Weasley twins- he'd been warned about them.
"What's that?" one asked, an 'F' on his left arm left him guess it was Fred.
"It's a picture..." Draco whispered, his eyes on the floor.
"Aw...ickle Dracoline has a pwetty picture," the one with a 'G' on his left shoulder added.
"Lemme see..." a new voice- a girl, he recalled a teacher calling her Hermione, appeared, "I wanna see this...'art'..." she laughed.
"Let's go," a new voice muttered.
It was Harry!
"Harry?" Draco whispered a bit louder.
"Let's go," he repeated louder, tuging down his baseball cap and making the others follow, "There's a few new cds I wanna pick up..."
"Awesome," Ron grinned.
Draco poised his pencil, glancing at the picture he'd been studying- his sketch from this morning.
It was of a character of himself...
It was a character of himself; of who he wanted to be...
A young boy dressed in black robes that fell past his feet tied at the waist with a thin cord. Perched on his arm was a brilliant eagle-owl with its wings spread as if it'd just landed or was prepared to take off. Plastered on his face was a lopesided smirk.
Behind him was a shy boy, dressed in white robes, his back turned as he looked over his shoulder. His hair was black and, though the black-and- white sketch didn't show it, his eyes shone like emeralds from mountain, never revealing their depth.
Draco continued, biting his lip, to sketch it better on the large canvass, trying his hardest to concentrate but it was so damn hard to see with these tears in his eyes.
He paused, rubbing them away only to get charcoal from his pencil on his cheek.
He continued until he was satisfied with the sketch.
The door creaked open and there stood Harry holding an expensive set of paint, a cd player, and a handful of cds.
"Why are you here?" Draco asked softly.
"I came to help," Harry bent down, plugging in the cd player and putting one on.
The soft sounds of an orchastra filled the room as Harry pulled a stool up next to Draco.
"I'm sorry for bailing on you this morning, but the new Lord of the Rings soundtrack came out," he lied, nodding towards the cd player, "I had to buy it," he added, his eyes on the floor hoping Draco'd fall for it.
"Okay....forgiven," Draco smiled, wiping his cheek again, getting more charcoal pencil marks on them.
"So..."
"Just watch, you can help in a minute," Draco took out a fine brush, dipping it in water to soften the brustles and then opened the black paint Harry'd brought.
Harry's eyes were focused on Draco's semiclosed ones as the blond squinted, consentrating on where the brush went, careful not to drip paint on it.
Harry realized how long this would take to outline this frame, and consider how large the old one was, how long it must've taken.
"Draco?"
"Yeah?" Draco looked up, looking ridiculous with his face covered in flickers of paint and smear charcoal pencil marks alll over his face.
"I'm sorry 'bout your other painting," Harry looked at his shoes.
"I know, that's why you're helping me," Draco said innocently.
"C'mon, let's go to my house after school today. Bring it," he nodded towards the painting.
"Okay!" Draco grinned, washing his brushes and carefully putting them in a piece of soft cloth.
Harry sighed opening the door; he's lied to his friends, telling them he had detention with Snape.
Draco stumbled in the flat, his arms full with the painting, sketches, paint, and brushes.
"Why don't we just leave it all here then you can work on it all the time," Harry handed Draco a spare key and opened the door to what he'd planned to be their studio.
It was a vast room with a sliding glass door. It was empty except the stool and an easel he'd bought with his money.
His parents were wealthy recording artists who'd died on a plane wreck.
He shook the thought from his head as he watched the small blond set up.
"This is wicked," Draco murmured, unfolding his brushes.
Harry watched his face light up as he noticed something on the corner of the easel.
"Wow! Harry!" Draco turned to Harry, grinning.
On the corner was engraved "Draco Malfoy".
"You didn't have to..."
"I did..." Harry jumped as Draco hugged him.
"You're the best!"
Osiris: I've been totally out of it lately because I didn't have my sketchbook until now and I've lost so many ideas since then...damn...
blinks
anyway, Anubis it's your turn, and are you gonna give me a ride?!?!?! Did you even call or send the bloody thinng in? If not, you are so shunned! (jk)