If I Saw You; If You Saw Me
By: Fyadora Lyryn
A/N: Hey it's us, yes, we're an us!
Amanda- It sounds like we're a couple
Krysten- We're not a couple
Amanda- I don't trust you anymore. Give me the lappie.
Anyway, Harry Potter isn't ours, for if he was he would be wearing sexy leather clothing!
Bloodshot Eyes
White scales glistened in the moonlight. The bordering of the scales was a dark grey in comparison. On impulse, the young man shivered as the albino snake slithered on top of his bare legs. The reptile surprisingly felt hot and the man had to bite his tongue in order to stop the scream which unwilling and wanted to be released. With wide eyes, the man watched as the albino snake continued to work its way up his legs. In only a matter of seconds, the snake's head was at his stomach. A pale pink tongue pressed lightly against his skin ever few seconds. Just like the scales, the tongue radiated heat. Slowly, as the snake drew closer to his neck, the snake's mouth began to open. From the little that the man could see, it was obvious the snake was trained and the man had little doubt of who could have been the snake's master.
"Vold-"Just as his gaze fell upon the other person inside the room, the man stopped speaking. "Malfoy?" Instantly, the man's eyes widened and at that precise moment, the snake bit into the man's neck.
Shaking, a young man awoke from a very estranged dream. The memory of the dream played over and over again in his mind. Malfoy's piercing grey eyes staring back into his own. The look however, the emotion which flickered across Malfoy's face right before the snake bit into his neck…Those eyes…
Harry sat up in his bed and breathed deeply in and out. He closed his eyes tightly and gripped the cream colored sheets of his bed. No matter what he did those eyes still haunted him. "This is ridiculous. Even in my dreams that bastard is mocking me." What made Harry nervous though, what really got underneath his skin…"Ugh, enough already! Screw Malfoy! Screw that bloody Slytherin!" Quickly, Harry jumped out of bed and began to pace around his small room at Privet Drive. Startled by the sudden outburst, a few doors down a loud crash followed by a dull cursed informed Harry that his problems were in turn creating others. Before he knew it, Uncle Veron was pounding on his door.
"Boy, what is your problem, you might've woken Dudley up. Do not leave this room!" Uncle Vernon bellowed. After which he loudly slammed the door. Great, no matter where I am Malfoy has to go and sully things up for me. A discontented thought ran through his mind as he brushed a hand through his already messy jet black hair. "Only a few more months before the next school year…" Harry muttered to himself as he slowly trudged back to his bed and sat down upon it. With a sigh he mumbled under his breath, "Malfoy, you're a whole other story altogether." After a few choice words Harry eventually calmed down enough to try to get back to sleep.
There he was underneath his covers with his head facing the ceiling trying in vain to dream again. At first it almost worked, that was until Malfoy popped back into his mind. For hours Harry stayed in an almost vegetable like state. He watched from his bed as the room began to get lighter and lighter signaling a new day was about to began. A new day but the same old problem, Harry thought to himself as he greeted the dawn with tragic eyes. Bloodshot green met golden yellow rays which only heightened the moisture within his eyes. Harry Potter would never cry for he refused to cry. That day, the savior of the magical world continued his trend of greeting each day with a wonderful smile that never reached his bright bloodshot eyes.