Through the eyes of blind love

Ch.2 Him

He'd grown into a very handsome gentleman over the years.

He wore his sleek, soft, long, white-blond hair that reached his nape with a little quiff on his forehead; he wore it as gracefully as any Malfoy would. He had big blue greyish eyes that pierced through anyone that even dared to look at him in the eye. Their softness was reserved for only a few people but nevertheless were refined as always. His face remained sharp, with pointed features that would only make him look more masculine yet elegant. He had arms with long and beautiful hands, gorgeous; any girl would go weak at the knees at the simple thought of being merely touched by them. His back was broad, similar to that of a swimmer, with muscles that would make you tremble if you saw them. He always had his pale light skin, but with a minuscule tint of rosy gold glow on his face. He would get the tiniest hint of a tan during the summer, he would sometimes visit his summer house in France, influenced by the decision of his mother (she loved French fashion more than food). He would get just enough sun to give him that look of "being kissed by Áine". His scent heightened his masculinity with a small trace of oak that would remind you of late Autumn. He was eye candy to any girl that would see him, even older females that would look at him couldn't quite believe the hot stuff that was in front of them.

He of course, knew all that.

He took advantage of it in his earlier school years, enjoying the thought of making any girl swoon at the mere sight of him. He'd gone on many dates with many different girls, (none of which lasted more than three dates) and had a few snogs. Sometimes, just for pure self-indulgence, he would wink at any passing girl to see her blush and giggle. Except for her. He couldn't quite understand at first why she wasn't affected the way that the other girls were. It got to the point where he would get mad at himself for it Am I not handsome enough? He would sometimes think, for he'd always had the impression he could always get the girl he wanted with nothing but his looks. He even began to think she wasn't that into boys. But after seeing that all his "enchantments" were merely superficial, he started to understand her better... and to fall in love with her. Many would have sworn that with his beautiful complexion and poise he was secretly a veela, but the Malfoy family being pure-blooded, couldn't stand the thought of having mixed blood in the family line. And even less from something that wasn't entirely human. Those ideas of course, weren't so prominent now.

After the war, the Malfoy family was a little bit more... accepting in relation to the other "blood types" that there were in the world of magic. Although Draco was brought up in a family where blood supremacy and appearances were everything, he never truly had any objection to others who weren't pure-blooded, not after he became friends with Hermione anyway. He always felt pressured to follow in his father's footsteps; he was taught in the ideology of most old fashioned pure-blooded families: if something wasn't pure-blood, it wasn't worth even looking at. After countless talks and different views Hermione would give him, he finally understood how wrong his family's ideology was, and began to be more tolerant of others.

She couldn't help herself and remembered the amount of time and effort it took to finally make some sense out of his ideologies, and the enormous success that came in the end. Finally, a powerful wizard with a mind as brilliant as his will be up to something good... Hermione stop! Hermione refused to believe for even a second what Miss Trelawney had just told her minutes ago. It just couldn't be! Not that Malfoy repulsed her or she thought bad about him. The fact was, the more she learned about Draco, the more she found herself fascinated with him... Merlin just STOP! You have a boyfriend! And you love him!... Right?

"UGH! This can't be happening! You've wanted this since 4th year, and this isn't going to ruin it!" Hermione angrily whispered to herself while angry tears pricked the corner of her eyes. Why was she feeling this confused? If she defended her love for Ron as securely as she had done it in the encounter with Miss Trelawney, she shouldn't feel as confused as she was feeling now.