"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.