Emerald Eyes :: Chapter Two
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Summary: ::Post OOTP:: So Lucius is in Azkaban, and Narcissa's free from his grasps. She leaves her sixteen-year-old son with the manor and skips town, leaving a last and final note for her son. Draco's lonely and he starts noticing the strangest feelings for a certain Gryffindor, and strange becomes good when he finds out the feelings are mutual.
Disclaimer:: See previous chapter.
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Last Time:
Draco felt something brush over his hand, he looked to see what is was, it was a creamy-skinned hand. Draco looked up into the face of the guy he had bumped into, his eyes meeting emerald-green.
He gaped as he looked into the eyes of, none other than, Harry Potter.
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Chapter Two: A new beginning.
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Draco didn't seem able to close his mouth, instead he continued to take on the appearance of a fish. Harry's eyes widened when he realised who is was.
"Mal-Malfoy?" His words stumbled from his mouth.
Draco regained himself. "Yes, Potter?" He spat. Sure he felt terrible, he'd enver wanted to be mean to Harry, but he had to. It was like... tradition.
Harry shook his head, as if in disbelief and then hurried walked away. Draco could have sworn his face was plastered in complete shock.
'Am I that bad?' He thought to himself, his features drooping slightly. He picked up the rest of his things, one thing on his mind. The thought of the shock in those emerald eyes.
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Draco sat back in his armchair, staring into the crackling fire. What was wrong with him? Why wouldn't these emerald eyes disappear? And they were Harry's emerald eyes. Perfect Harry. The-Boy-Who-Lived. Harry Potter. Why did he have to find Harry's eyes so... so... so appealing? Sure, he never wanted to hurt Harry in anyway, emotionally or physically, but he just wanted to be his friend, right?
He always saw the way Granger and Weasley looked at Potter, with such admiration and loyalty, only a trait of true friends. He had none of them, none at all. And he never will, who would want to be the friend of Lucius Malfoy's son? For that's all he was, the son of Lucius Malfoy. A stain of blood on the name of all wizards. But his father was gone, and his mother was gone, all he had was Blinkin, did she really count?
Draco's thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a slight squeak. "Master Draco," Blinkin whispered.
Draco blinked hard and looked down at his devoted house-elf. "Why are you whispering, Blinkin?" Draco asked, feeling bad for thinking negative thoughts of her.
Blinkin slapped her hand around his mouth, and kept it there. Draco could feel her shaking.
"Bad men are her, Master Draco. I heard them, whispering."
"What did they say?" Draco mumbled through her long fingers.
"They're here to take the future Lord," Blinkin told him, her eyes filled with complete terror.
Draco had a sudden flash back of something his father had told him.
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"Son, come here," Lucius demanded, pounding a fist on his desk.
"Yes, Father?" Draco asked, his voice slightly soft with fear. He was only a boy of eight, trembling at his father's mere whisper. Most children looked up at their fathers heroes, not Draco, his father was a monster. His presence even caused his mother to shudder.
"Do not cower, boy!" Lucius roared.
Draco shook again, then tried to gain himself, masking his face as best he could. "Yes, sir."
"You know, son, one day, the Dark Lord will pass on, and on that day you, Draco Malfoy, shall become our future Lord."
Draco blinked up at his father. "Th-thank you, sir," He stuttered, a million thoughts travelling through his mind.
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"I'm not leading our world to its doom," Draco whispered firmly because standing up. He looked down at Blinkin. "Blinkin, we have to leave. Is there anything you desprately need?" He asked, knowing there was nothing he owned that he couldn't get somewhere else.
Blinkin shook her head.
"Okay, let's go," Draco said, taking her hand and disapparating out of the manor.
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Harry sat on the edge of Ron's bed as Ron paced in front of him.
"So what you are trying to tell me is Malfoy was actually nice to you?" Ron asked disbelieveingly.
"Yes," Harry said, knwoing how farfetched the idea was, not really believing it himself.
"And we're talking the same Draco Malfoy we've known all these years?" Ron asked.
"Yes," Harry repeated firmly. "Ron, I know what I saw, I know what I heard. Malfoy was nice, I know its strange, but he was actually nice, to me."
Ron came over and placed a hand over Harry's shoulder. "Harry, mate, we've been friends for a long time, and I feel I've just gotta tell ya, you're losing your mind. Malfoy is not nice, he never will be. I will pay you a thousand galleons the day I see Malfoy be nice to any Gryffindor, let alone you, Harry Potter."
Harry rolled his eyes. 'Ron better get his life savings ready because he'll be paying it to me for a long time if he really wants to keep up this bet,' Harry thought, looking at the wall in front of his. Remembering Malfoy's face, his eyes, the touch of his hand. Maybe Ron was right and he was losing his mind.
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Draco looked around him. He had just apparated himself and Blinkin into a back street of London. It wouldn't be easy for the Death Eaters to find him if he was among so many muggles in London. What he needed to do was alter his face so he wouldn't look like himself, luckily his mother had taught him this years ago.
"This way," He said to Blinkin and began walking down the street, towards the many lights which almost blinding his upon first glance. It was late, but something had to be open now.
Draco almost felt himself sigh with relief as he gazed across the street to see a late-night cafe buzzing with activity. They would have a bathroom, right?
He walked up to the waitress stand. The waitress raised an eyebrow, enquiring what he'd like.
"Do you have a bathroom?" Draco asked.
"First door on the left," She said rudely, pointing to a hall which led off the main half of the cafe.
Draco thanked her and walked towards there, hoping Blinkin wouldn't get trotten on in the hussle and bussle of the cafe. She was invisible and all.
Draco leant against the wall as he looked at the mirror across from him. How could he change his appearance so he wouldn't look like himself?
"Hair first," Draco said to Blinkin, taking out his wand; Luckily, it was only a one-person toilet with a tap and mirror.
Draco waved his wand over his head. The gel, which held his hand in place, was washed over with water and he quickly dried it with his hand. It settle down neatly on his head, as it always did when he didn't gel it.
Satisfied, Draco turned to his next problem. Eyes. No-one had ice-blue eyes like he did, except his father. He suddenly remembered the feeling he got when he peered into those emerald green eyes.
"Perfect," He said, waving his wand. His eyes began to darken and turned the envious colour of those which belonged to one Harry Potter.
He looked at his clothes, luckily they were slightly muggle, but they had to be completely muggle, if he was to blend in. He waved his wand. His pants became a piar of baggy jeans, his perfectly fitted shirt stretched to be at least two sizes bigger and his Malfoy-sweater turned to a waist-length, black jacket.
"This'll do," He muttered, pocketing his wand and looking around for Blinkin. "Blinkin, where are you?" He whispered.
"Here, Master Draco."
"Blinkin, you can't call me Draco anymore, people will recognise my name. Call me-" He began thinking.
A looked around the bathroom for inspiration, his eyes fell on a business card, which lay beside the sink. He picked it up and read:
Connor Machenzie:
Nelson & Machenzie
Family Solicitors.
Wentworth Avenue, Seaforth,
Sydney, New South Wales,
Australia.
Ph: (02) 93 789 426
Fax: (02) 93 789 425
A smirk crossed Draco's face. He quickly removed it, knowing it made him look like his father, dispite his facial changes.
"What am I to be calling you, Master Draco?" Blinkin squeaked when Draco didn't answer.
"Call me Connor, Connor Machenzie."
"Yes, Master Dr- I mean, Master Connor."
Draco smiled down at her visible body; She'd taken the invisibility charm off. "And there's another thing, Blinkin. You can't be seen. My father's friends know you're my house-elf, you have to keep invisible in all public places, even if only one or two people are around."
"Yes, Master Connor," Blinkin replied, nodding her head once, her cute eyes shining.
"And..."
There was a knock at the door. "Hey, buddy, get out!"
Draco scowled at the door. "Sorry, I'll be out in a moment," he call through the door, then knelt next to Blinkin and said in a whisper, "I want you to come to Hogwarts with me this year. I'm sure if I hide you properly, no-one will know you're there. Will you come?"
Tears whelmed in her eyes. "Of course, Master Dr-Connor."
Draco hugged her quickly, stood, checked her invisibility charm was on, and opened the door.
A burly man with red bushy curls stood at the door, hands over his chest. "Took your time, didn't you, Princess," He shot and pushed him out of the way to get to the bathroom.
Draco chose to ignore him and exited the cafe, as hurriedly as possible.
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Harry sat on the end of the camp bed he'd been given to sleep on. It was night time, he rarely got much sleep at night. The night reminded him of the first time he ever saw Sirius. The was he looked, the pride in his eyes, well what wasn't hidden by the obvious horror of Azkaban. Right now was one of those moments, only there was something else in his mind. Something that kept playing over and over.
The scene with Malfoy, Draco Malfoy.
He had been nice, he knew it. He wasn't just seeing things. The blonde had apologised. He knew there was some real person under all that sarcastic toture.
Another thing he couldn't keep from his mind was the look in Malfoy's eyes. It wasn't hate, it was... What was that look? He had some serious soul searching ahead of him, he knew that for sure. Actually, at this moment that was the only thing he was sure of. Malfoy sure had messed with his head this time.
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Sorry this one of short too, I've been so busy with Half-Yealies and assignments. I promise to update asap, it's my big bro's 18th B'Day Party tonight and I gotta go to my mates soon to get my hair straightened, like dead straight. So I'll talk to y'all soon.
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-Thai.
Ps: Excuse spelling and grammar errors, i had to re-write this chapter from scratch when my other computer blew up, so I've been kind of rushing and I wanted to get this up in the time I had. And I don't time to proof-read, coz I got to clean the downstairs of my house. Love Ya's.