silent and colourless | d.m. [✔]

10 | in which

IN WHICH,
the yule ball takes place.

T/W: Insulting/bullying.

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A dress,
black with silver stars —
was draped over me,
my shoulders free.

I walked down
the hall,
harry potter waiting for me,
all eyes on him —
and me,
when I take his outstretched hand.

But one silver pair of eyes,
silver as the stars on my dress,
followed me around
and
not him.

Why can I hear his voice,
so loud in my ears suddenly,
telling me that I looked beautiful?

Brown clashed with silver —
the plain earth with a treacherous storm —
and he smirked.

Because it was there in
my ears,
"Love," his voice told me —
Draco Malfoy,
had just mastered Occlumency in 
one night,
so I could hear his voice.

And suddenly,
I want to leave Potter,
and go with him.

But here's the truth:
half of what we do,
isn't what we want to do,
and really,
we don't have a say in it.

And then I was on the floor,
Potter's lips saying:
"You look pretty.
Pretty ugly!"
Laughter erupted 
from everywhere.

I reached up,
and punched him
hard
in the face,
and I didn't stop.

I saw golden,
the most reckless
kind of bravery —
I was hitting the school's
golden boy,
as if,
there were no consequences.

What a joke —
Like me,
and my life.

Strong arms pulled me off
the scumbag,
and I wriggled around,
trying to get away —
the owner of the arms
took my punches 
as if they were jewels,
took my kicks
as if they were silk,
and took my hateful words
as if they were meant for him.

But most importantly,
he was the only one there
to get me out of trouble.

Again.

And I knew,
he'd be there
again
and
again
and
again
if need be.

Love is so red,
so, so red.

And his voice was in my head
saying,
"Calm down, darling.
Calm down."

And while the teachers
picked up
Harry Potter and 
assigned me detention,
he carried me out of
that Hall.