Cold Eyes (Draco Malfoy)

Tension

Silvia couldn't get up. But after all of the crying, the shock set in. She had realized to full extension what had truly happened.

Malfoy. Malfoy stopped him.

She couldn't go to breakfast. She couldn't see him. Blaise. He had seem so trusting. So kind, warm even. But he is a Slytherin after all. That had to be some kind of warning, right?

So she laid in her bed,  afraid for classes. Afraid for faces. She was sure they'd all be turned to her, all judging.

And Fred. He took her to Hermione that night and she just brought her to her room and left her. Fred would have questions on why Malfoy had been carrying her. Why he trembled with rage when he left her. So many questions.

When classes finally had started, she threw a charm to flatten her hair, and gathered her things. And she went.

In her first class, it wasn't simple.

She sat between Cedric, who seemed confused and worried in a friendly way, and Malfoy himself. Snape began to drone on and she'd convinced Cedric she was just tired. And she really was.

She glanced up to her left, where Malfoy's eyes glanced down to her as if she was going to fall apart then and there.

"You alright?" He whispered under his breath where only she could hear him.

She felt tears prickling threatening to spill from her eyes. She couldn't speak because she knew it'd give her away. So she nodded.

Malfoy sat a little straighter, but instead of glancing at her, he looked to the table across from them. At Zabini.

Blaise's face was bruised over, eyes, jaws, cheek bones. And his lips were busted but not bleeding. He stared between Malfoy and Silvia, as if it was her fault.

When Silvia finally realized the looks they gave each other, she grew uncomfortable. And when she saw Blaise look at her. She felt cold, a tremor went through her but she stared on. She didn't want to crumble like she was weak. She wasn't.

Malfoy saw him staring and sent a wordless hex towards him, and when they stood to leave his feet were limp. As if the bone had been removed, and he fell.

It almost made Silvia giggle, a small smile curved on her lips, silently thanking whoever sent it, and she left.

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Over the next 4 months Silvia and Malfoy had been more — how do you say it?

They were more fond of each other. Not speaking, but they enjoyed each others silent penance.

Sometimes they studied together, not even speaking in the library. There was close to no tension.

The only tension between them is when ones foot touched the other under the table, and they jerked away. Or when they caught the other staring, and then glanced at each other for the next hour.

The second challenge of the Triwizard tournament had finished, and the third was closing up quickly.

Nothing much had changed.

Silvia was studying in the library, Malfoy across from her.

She glanced up, he was reading his book and copying down answers. She could smell his scent radiating off of him.

Hard oak, a cologne of his maybe. Peppermint, and the smell of new shoes. Brand new. She looked at his clothing. Black button up shirt with black trousers. And his skin, so pale, his eyes, so blue and mezmorising. His lips, just a shade of pink darker then his skin. They looked cold. She remembered everything that had happened in the time she knew him. She had almost forgotten she owed him her life. He saved her twice. From the Black Lake, and from Blaise.

His eyes flew up, and she looked and met them knowing she had been caught.

"Have something to say, Donovan?" His upper lip curled into a grin. The first words that have been spoken between the two.

She hesitated. "Thank you." She spoke quickly and looked back down to her book.

"What?" He said after a moment, collecting his thoughts.

"I never thanked you. For the Black Lake.. or for Zabini." She blinked, erasing the memory.

He stared, and she met his eyes. They were confused, but sympathetic. He nodded curtly and stood and left.

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They were boarding the train, some crying, others still in shock, others just acting as if nothing happened.

But something happened.

He died.

The boy who saved her from Malfoy, the boy who was kind, the boy who she sat next to everyday, the only one who asked "how are you?" Was gone. Murdered. By him.

Harry saw it first hand, and she believed him.

Her and Hermione stood in their own compartment, feeling empty. It was quiet. Way too quiet. It was to much.

"It feels different." Hermione sat, holding her cat, Crookshanks.

"Because he's gone 'Mione." Silvia gulped. "Cedric is.." she stared out the window.

After moments of silence, Hermione spoke.

"My parents will be there at the station. Their ready for us." She organized her trunk for the 7th time, looking for something to do.

And they were. They hugged them both, as if Silvia was their own child, and said they'd missed them dearly. Silvia loved them. She did. But her eyes were looking for another mother.

Narcessa Malfoy.

She found Malfoy standing by her, and she greeted him with a warm hug. And Silvia walked to them, without knowing what she was going to say.

Narcessa's eyes found her. Her eyebrow quirked, the same was Draco's did.

"Mrs. Malfoy.." Malfoy turned and sighed. "I just wanted to say I'm sorry for my behavior when we first met. Me and — him" she motioned to Draco. "Were on bad terms." Her eyes caught a glimpse of his face.  "That is all." She nodded and left, going home for the holidays with the Grangers.

Hello everyone, I'm glad to see that this series is coming along nicely, and love seeing your reactions. There is much more in store for this story!

I am having some personal issues and finding a hard time finding time for writing, please forgive me. So I apologize for the short chapter, better will be coming.

Thank you for being patient
kisses xx