"Opportunities"
9-16-04
Draco
has the opportunity to do what he dreams. What does he make of his
chance? Draco's POV.
You're crying again. Why are you so sad? Are
those tears from me? I don't mean to hurt you. My words aren't
meant to be so cruel. It's the only way you hear me, though. If I
told you how I really felt, how my body aches for you every night and
how I want to hold you so tightly in my arms and rock you to sleep,
you wouldn't believe me. So I hurt you. But I don't want to. Not
anymore.
You're all alone. You look so lost. I watch you
from behind a tree. The moon is reflecting on the lake, casting a
soft glow on you're wet face. Even in your moments of sorrow, you
look angelic. You make my breath catch in my throat, and when I can
finally breath again, it's a quivering breath.
There are so
many things I want to say to you, do to you, do for you: 'I
love you', make love to you, love you. But, I am stuck here
behind this wild oak, watching your heart drip it's clear blood
into the murky waters of the lake.
Can we go back? Change our
past? I know in my heart that this is what I want; you're all
I want or need. Yet, in the pit of my stomach, our backgrounds
quarrel and send their age-old conflicts to my brain, screaming "No!"
But, I'll change. I don't need the money, the family, or anything
else that comes with this bloody name. It's all a disgrace, even
more so if I can't have you.
So, here I go. It's settled.
I step out from behind the tree and move away from the castle towards
you. I am almost there, but you get up, wiping your face, and begin
to head inside. Your head is down and you don't see me. You knock
into me, hard.
"Watch it Potter," I hiss venomously, and we keep walking in our separate paths.
