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Beauty in the Darkness	By : Utopian Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 2209 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter two: Haunting Emerald

I was in a cold trance, my eyes continued to linger on the conversing Harry across the Great Hall. My eyes would not remove themselves from the splendor of his face. I watched him as he spoke to all of his fellow Gryffindors, no doubt speaking of the odd experience he had with me on the train. My cheeks felt a bit flushed at the thought of him making fun of my behavior.

We were for once at peace on that train ride. I, for the first time that I can remember, was completely smitten by the up until now unnoticed beauty of Harry. It was because of this I was unable to bring myself to even so much as pick a fight with him, and peculiarly enough he did not begin to fight either. It was a rather abnormal occurrence, especially because of the fact that I was finding my adversary attractive.

The entire Great Hall had grown quiet, including the previously chattering Harry, whom I remained staring at. The doors opened and Professor McGonagall lead in a single-filed row of disgusting new first years who stared at all of the older students in a timid manor. Though, as this took place I failed to take any notice. It was only until I felt something, or someone, on my arm, that my eyes were forced to be diverted from the boy's majestic face.

My eyes wandered down to meet a pair of charcoal eyes situated bellow a black bob. Pansy Parkinson's claw-like fingers were digging into my upper arm, along with her head nestled upon my shoulder. Besides from being a total slut, the girl was completely oblivious. She has no inkling that I was not attracted to her, nor does she realize the fact that I am gay.

I shook my arm of the leach, and she made a whimper as she was forced to remove herself from me. I rolled my eyes and let out a gasp of repugnance, making it patent to the whore that I do not desire her.

I returned my attention back to Harry, whom was still unconscious to the fact that I was even watching him. I ogled at him as the first years were sorted into the four houses. I smiled each time he cheered for some new member of his own house; I continued to pay no mind to any of those whom joined Slytherin.

Though during my gaping, his eyes suddenly moved across the Great Hall and focused on me! I froze, feeling my heart beat rapidly. His eyes fluttered, when he reached the realization that I was gawking at his handsomeness. I immediately began to search for something to occupy my eyes, so that my attraction might not be as obvious. My eyes continued to flicker over to him, though, and in doing so I caught glimpse of his half-smile of amusement at my attempt to conceal my previous watching.

I felt as though I had such a foolish school-boy crush, and began to laugh at myself. My eyes focused over onto him once more, and he too was giggling at my foolishness, or perhaps it was his own. The very thought of Harry feeling the same for me sent chills down my spine.

"What's so funny, love?" said a small and irritating voice to my left.

I turned to Pansy. "Nothing that concerns you!" I snarled.

Her face remained as vacuous as ever.

I narrowed my eyes. "And I would appreciate it if you didn't refer to me as "love", since I don't love you!"

Her face crumpled into a pathetic pout, and she began to whimper once more.

"Oh shut up!" I whirled my head around back to Harry, whose expression was a bit more solemn than it had formerly been.

Dumbledore ceased speaking of some unimportant matter, and immediately every student began to stuff food into their mouth's, which had recently appeared before us, as though they had never eaten before. I snickered in repulsion to the gluttonous students which surrounded me.

I refused to eat any of the food, in mere disgust and embarrassment for my fellow Slytherins, whom feasted as vile as all the rest. I could understand this sort of eating habits from Hufflepuffs, but Slytherins are of a different class, and I know for a fact many of these students surrounding me know proper etiquette. Perhaps I am overreacting, but I just cannot stand the site of horrid table manors.

So, to calm my distaste I allowed my eyes to gravitate back to Potter. He too was not eating; I found this even more attractive because he as well was refusing to see how much food could be stored in his mouth at once, as all the others were. He was chewing on his bottom lip, which he often did in deep thought. This action of his I have come to find as a major turn on.

Finally something, in which I could barely make out, was announced by Dumbledore and all of the students leapt to their feet and began to make a dash to the door. It was time to go to our houses, which meant I would see Harry no more. I sauntered unhurriedly to the doors, as I noticed he did as well. We reached the exit at the identical time and exchanged intense glances as we passed. My heart felt as though it would explode as we stood next to one another for a brief moment.

Then the moment passed, and we were forced to part ways. I felt numb, once again, as he walked on, the opposite way. My world grew cold at that very moment; my existence became cruel as it had been previously.

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Sleep was impossible. Continuous movement was all I was capable of, for every time my eyelids closed his emerald eyes would appear to haunt me. I flipped over onto my side and shut my eyes once more, and saw him for a final time. I forfeited this battle with my mind, and got out of bed.

Since I am a prefect and have Professor Snape (the head of my house) wrapped around my finger I could run around the school naked, after hours, while screaming wildly and not get into an ounce of trouble. Being a Malfoy does have many advantages.

And so, with this benefit I am able to stroll about the castle grounds at night without even the possibility of getting into any dilemma. This strolling is exactly what I shall be doing this evening.

I redressed myself in order to look the least bit decent, just in the unlikely event that I might perhaps run into someone. Though, I found this so highly impossible I was reluctant to sleek my hair back with any gel, and kept it in its natural state, shaggy and a bit more untidy than I fancy.

The campus grounds were a bit windswept tonight, with gusts lifting my hair, creating a rhythmic dance. Since the castle is incredibly dull and filled with bothersome ghosts, I enjoy my midnight walks out in the gardens.

I enjoy gazing at the stars that are tossed about the navy sky, and listening to the silent sounds of night. This time of day it is quiet and peaceful, which makes it easier to appreciate the beauty of the grounds without the vexingisy isy students clambering about ruining the scenery.

I despise almost all of the student body at Hogwarts. Nauseatingly enough, many of the Slytherins believe I am friends with them, though can not ever seem to take a hint that I hate them as well. Though I suppose some of those whom many time annoy me, have many advantages to them. Crabbe and Goyle do serve as useful for many of the squabbles I find myself in countless times. Blaise Zabini, I suppose, is the closest to a friend as I have. We share many of the same views and his parents are close allies of my own. He understands most of all that I myself have undergone with my father, for he has as well with his. Not to mention, he's often my drinking companion. So he serves much more use than Crabbe or Goyle, in that I am able to actually hold a conversation with him.

My mind being infatuated in numerous thoughts, forced me to completely forget where my feet were headed, and I ended up tripping over a rock or some object as that, and fell flat upon my face. Suddenly a loud snort, with a short giggle, erupted from behind me. I whirled my head around to come face to face with pure nothing.

"Who's there?" I demanded.

There was no answer.

I got to my feet, while brushing the dirt off of my jeans, my eyes darted about the night filled gardens.

My ears detected a scuffle of feet only an arm's reach away. I heaved my arm out to meet the unseen sound and hit a solid in the nothing. The blow, however, removed a cloak, which fell to the earth and unveiled the emerald eyes which had been haunting me all night.

"Har-er-Potter?" I said, stunned.

"Um, yea." His face was turning pinker by the second.

"I didn't know you had one of these," I held up his invisibility cloak as I spoke.

His mouth formed into a slanted smile. "Yea."

"You don't talk much do you?"

He shrugged.

"So what are you doing out here at this time? You're not stalking me are you?" I joked.

"No!" he said a bit too defensively. "I just couldn't sleep."

"Neither could I," I said, excluding the part of him being the reason why.

"Well, perhaps we should take advantage of this, to, um, talk." He released a long breath, collecting his thoughts into words. "I mean out of all the years I have gone to school with you, we've never talked, fought yes, but never a conversation. And today it seems we're almost decent to one another."

I smirked. "So are you suggesting we are becoming best buddies, Potter?"

"No! I'm just wondering what's different, I mean we're not chummy, but we certainly aren't in constant hatred either."

"I don't know, Potter! Perhaps it's because you've become more attractive," I blurted before I could think. I have no idea why telling him the fact that he is attractive is so difficult or embarrassing, it has never been before, yet it was horrifying to tell him.

My hand shot up to my mouth, my eyes widened in shock. I turned away and began to dart across the lawn, when his hand clenched around mine and reeled me back around to face his shining eyes.

I froze in utter fear and stun. Surprisingly, his expression was that of joy, rather than disgust.

"I don't believe what you have just said is a lie, by you're reaction..." his voice trailed off.

Without warning, he grasped my shoulders firmly, took a deep breath, and pressed his lips to mine. I stumbled at the suddenness. My shock swiftly transformed to glee. My reflexes promptly gave in to his hastiness and my lips returned his kiss.

I felt a sensation erupt from the source of the kiss and spread throughout my body. I was experiencing what I had barely fantasized since the train ride previously today.

The kiss was dry and awkward, with us merely pressing our lips together, nothing more. Though still, it was incredible.

He separated his lips from mine as hastily as he had placed them there, leaving my puckered lips once again alone.

My cloudy eyes gazed into his jade in astonishment.

His mouth attempted to form the words that were swarming through his head, yet could not be released from his lips. I knew this was occurring within him, because it was arising in my mind as well.

His head began to shake insanely for no obvious reason. He rapidly revolved away from me, leaving his haunting eyes the last of his front I saw. He sprinted across the gardens back to the castle.

Minutes after he had disappeared from sight, my eyes gazed down to the ground bellow my frozen body. There lay his crumpled cloak, the only witness to the amazing moment. I lifted the old cloak from the ground, and held it to my face, smelling it, inhaling his sweet scent. I stared across the black campus grounds, and grinned to myself.

There in the cold darkness, he left me, to face the specter of his eyes once more. Though now, I had the evocative sensation of his lips upon mine to stay with me.
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