Walking on Water
Installment I: Watching
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He always watched her.
Ever since his father got locked away in Azkaban, he felt detached. He tried looking for something new and different. He needed a rock, something to keep him steady.
And then he saw her.
He wondered why it was her of all people. It was completely unexpected, and rather forbidden. He saw her in the library, absently twirling her fingers through her bright ginger hair as she pondered in concentration. Quill in hand, she sat poisedly as if she was posing for an oil painting. The sunlight shone on her, illuminating her hair vividly. He wondered what it would be like to run his fingers through it.
He shook his head, trying to rid himself of such thoughts. She was a Weasley, a muggle-loving Gryffindor twit, otherwise unacceptable woman to fawn over.
And yet, he found himself looking at her constantly.
To Draco Malfoy, she was the most beautiful woman he'd ever laid his eyes on.
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She could feel his eyes on her again. It was amazing, really. His steel-gray eyes would constantly pierce her grace, but she never gave him a glance. She wondered why he of all people would be looking at her in such a way. And by 'such a way', she meant the romantic-sort of look. It was unnerving, really.
And yet...and yet...She couldn't deny feeling flattered. She began dreaming about him, even if her head told her not to give it a second notice. In these dreams, he would embrace her tightly, and she could feel it every time she woke up. And just when his eyes would darken as his face began pressing closely against hers, she would wake up and become angry at herself for ruining the perfect moment. She just needed that extra minute so she would know what it felt like to be kissed by a Malfoy. But she knew that if she ever got to that moment, she would want to know if his kiss really felt that way, and then she wouldn't be able to resist Malfoy in her conscious state.
For her, dreams were enough, but there would always be a longing for more.