silent and colourless | d.m. [✔]

15 | in which

IN WHICH,
hogwarts is ever-present.

-

Draco Malfoy is not
everything I'd like my 
Prince Charming
to be:
           put-together,
           peaceful,
           letting simple things go.

This boy was a
                              chaotic,
                              hot,
                              mess.

But he was still 
him.

And, honestly, that
was all I needed.

Harry Potter,
however,
was everything I'd ever wanted
my Prince Charming to be,
                                                       peaceful,
                                                       heroic,
                                                      And 
All 
The 
Other
Shit that I
was too young to let go of.

I hadn't learnt yet that,
Messes stay with messes. 
I was no honourable person -
I was a complete mess,
And I was arrogant.

Oh, yes,
I was arrogant.

I always thought that
I could do better,
And maybe I could -
But I didn't deserve better.

-

I found myself in 
the cold snow of Hogsmeade,
battling the snow off my eyelashes while
Harry stumbled along beside me,
flashing grins at news reporters
every
now and then.

And for some reason,
I found myself blushing.

Draco hadn't been very nice,
Not recently.
He pulled away from me,
Distancing himself;
but I wanted him with me,
beside me.

So when I got Harry Potter,
The Saviour and
Charmer of girls,
I went with him.

And Harry was talking too fast,
I couldn't read his thin lips,
And I could hardly ask him to slow
Down,
In fear of irritating him.

Instead,
I nodded along.

And,
He saw Ginerva Weasley
And Seamus Dean,
Walking arm-in-arm -
Just like us -
And grimaced.

Ginny smiled at us,
Harry blushed and I 
Stared ahead.

Harry went over to 
Talk to them,
And I was pulled into the nearby
Avenue of trees,
By a cold-ringed hand.

He turns me towards himself,
Brushes the snowflakes off
my eyelashes and cheeks,
And says,
"So he's your rebound?
He's already in love with Weaslette."

And I, 
Knowing every word already,
said,
"I know,
but you weren't there ..."

Something shifts in his silver eyes,
and they move away from my brown ones,
"Go, talk to Potter."

And he pushes me away.