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Silver Green
By : Zarafla_Kirtan-Pherrin
Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco
Views: 3555 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling characters and anything related to Harry Potter do not belong to me; only names of characters not aforementioned in the books or movies. I also do not profit from this story in any way. - Chapter List
Author's Note: As usual, cats... No suing!
Chapter 3: All I Need Is Inspiration
The blond Slytherin teacher paced about his dungeon office, like he had been for almost every day of every year since he had returned to teach Potions. He wanted to be heard, understood, by the other staff members, but most of all, he wanted to be heard by the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. He wanted Harry to know that he had nothing to do with the dark lord or his minions. He truly despised his dead parents. Malfoy was much like Harry: alone. He didn't have family either. Even when Lucius and Narcissa where alive, he was still outcasted by them. They didn't love him, they only used him for their own ambitions. Because he sought their affection, Draco was determined to downtrodden those that weren't of pure descent. But in the end, it was all for naught. When his father finally asked him to join the dark side and be a puppet to Voldemort's whims, Malfoy refused. Although he lashed out at others-which now he regretted-he didn't believe in Voldemort's vision of a strictly pureblood wizarding world. He did make snide remarks to those of mixed blood, but inside he felt horrible to have to humiliate and alienate them. Inside, Malfoy wasn't a “true Malfoy” after all...
He stopped his pacing and stood before his steel-lined, leather-topped desk. Parchment was neatly stacked , according to class and level, all around the desk-evenly lined with one another. Two pale hands leaned firmly upon this desk. A silver ring, set with an emerald, glittered from his left middle finger and each finger was set with polished, long, black nails. The hands were smooth, white marble. Cold and delicate thin fingers. Soft palms. Draco gripped his hands into fists, the black nails biting into his soft palms like scalpels. The nails bit viciously like his teeth bit his lip in contemplation. He moved away from his desk and looked into the fire in the grate at the far right corner of the room. It held no answers in the cherry red embers. Malfoy knew that, however, he'd have to face his fear of rejection and take that chance to talk to him and explain his innocence. If only he could somehow get Harry to come to him...
A smile bloomed as inspiration formed in his mind. What better way to get the young professor to come to him than to request a meeting? He shuffled back to his desk and gently unclasped a drawer in his desk with the tips of his nails. Draco withdrew a sheaf of black parchment, his most expensive parchment for special occasions and formalities. The paper was especially soft, like damp tree bark, but would not tear easily. The silver insignia of Slytherin resided in the upper right hand corner. It smelled of dogwood and ivy, Malfoy's cologne. He set down the parchment and then pulled out a crow's feather quill and a black bottle of silver ink. Settling in his high backed, leather chair, he dipped his quill and began to write...
Author's Note: By now, you should know what to do: R&R like always!- You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
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