Hello, and welcome to Chapter 2! Thank you all who reviewed…

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KEY:

Harry's thoughts.

Draco's thoughts.

a/n or important poetic line.

Normal text.

Stressed speech

~~~ = pov change

CHAPTER 2

Nice, not mean, silver meets green…

What does it mean? Harry had pondered on the couplet for a few hours already, yet he could grasp neither head nor tail of it.

Is it to do with money? Silver… sickle, green… muggle notes... was it: wizards, be nice to muggles? No, he felt it was more specific to him then that.

Houses? But Slytherin has both of those colours, so how could they meet? Unless it was different traits. Then why didn't it include Malfoy? It stared at him, was that just because he had insulted it, or was it because it was about him?

Harry remembered Malfoy's face; his scornful smirk playing on his lips, his raised eyebrows, his deep grey eyes, 'like his heart' Harry mused, 'eyes are the windows unto the soul, and his were cold and forbidding' for some reason, he couldn't picture his eyes… Harry frowned, but shrugged it off. "I must be tired." He scrambled off his seat on the ledge of the owlery, and made for the door, to be confronted by a pair of slightly annoyed, bemused eyes. They were the ones he was trying to picture…

Harry realised the reason he couldn't picture them; they weren't the steel grey he had thought, but a sharp silver, like mercury. They were an elusive liquid, and burned into him like fire. Yet Harry didn't want to break eye contact; he wanted to dive head-first into the cool water of his irises. His intuition was already leap, to get deeper into Draco, where he could feel calm, and safe. Thoughts of ice-cream and waterfalls rushed through Harry's already crowded mind; they seemed to complement the shade of the boy's eyes. They were beautiful, like the flame of the aurora borealis, elusive, out of reach, yet, somehow tangible. People yearn for the flame denied to them.

The eyes which had inspired such musing narrowed back from mild astonishment to a kind of condescending annoyance.

 "My, my Potter, out of bed this late!" Draco tutted disparagingly, "as a Prefect, it is my duty to report your little outing"

"Do what you want, Malfoy." Harry had gotten too lost in the other's eyes to fully register the threat of punishment.

Malfoy didn't want to ask, but curiosity got the better of him, "Why are you here, Potter? Still thinking about that stupid 'prophesy'?" Harry nodded, his tired eyes betraying just how long he had been troubled. "Has it occurred to you that it is about my house? You know, the evil, conniving ones, Sly-the-rin?"

"Yeah, but they're both your colours, so how would they meet?" Harry was desperate enough for an answer he was open to suggestions, even from his antagonist.

"Well frankly my dear, I don't give a damn."

"Ok then" Harry walked back to the ledge and sat back down to think some more. He wasn't going to sleep tonight anyway.

"Didn't you hear me?" Draco asked incredulous of Harry's actions "I said I'd report you!"

"Go away Malfoy, I'm trying to think."

"I know that that is a relatively rare process for you, but hurry it up."

"Why do you care?"

"Good question, which will be rapidly disregarded entirely, I don't. So, I'll see you around." Draco turned towards the door. "Oh, and Potter, hats generally cover others' brains, they don't own any themselves."

"Whatever, Malfoy."

Draco made to leave, but a manic glint in Harry's forest green orbs made him double back to hear what the musing boy was muttering to himself. He was wrapped up his thoughts on Draco's eyes. He smiled, and concluded:

"Only people who don't know how to play with fire get burned"

Draco laughed softly, he ha heard this expression before, and marvelled at its truth. But, he simply had to have to last word, and walked up to Harry, saying:

"Only fires which stay unchanging, get tamed"

Draco left the Owlery complete with returning owls, and a very confused Gryffindor.

Harry sat, thought lines furrowing his brow, his glazed green eyes mirroring the thought which had just occurred to him, "Malfoy, his eyes, they're silver…"