Open Cage

four: The boy in the year above

Draco Malfoy was a strapping and tall boy. With white blonde hair perfectly sculpted on the top of his small slim face. He had chiseled cheek bones that playfully caught the sunlight and icy blue eyes that twinkled in the dazzling rays. His thin pinkish lips curled into a perfect sneer as he walked down the school corridors, knowing all too well how idolised he was by boys and how swooned over he was by girls. His playful laugh was enough to make me faint with delight and his harsh words passed so softly over his lips and into the ears of eager listeners.

Both these reasons and many others contributed to the powerful obsession I had had over him for the past year or so. He was perfect. He was in the year above and was a perfect representation of the "older boy next door thing" that many girls so desperately craved. He was in Slytherine and constantly wondered about followed by a parade of willing followers including: Crabbe, Golyel and a bitch of girl called Matillda.

Matillda followed Draco around like a puppy and annoyed the shit out of me. Her long soft brown waves and brown eyes did nothing to distract from how uterly infatuated she was by him. She pissed me off so much. Her tanned arms were covered I smudges of lipstick (where she had been practicing kissing for Draco) and pen (where she had been writing his name surrounded by love hearts) Maybe I'm just jealous that she spends more time with him then I do? But no... She was a pure and uter bitch!!

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When the train pulled up at the tiny station students desperately scrambled for their trunks and pets and headed towards the train doors. Through the bustling crowds and jabbering pets I spotted a head of white blonde hair and a cage holding a large grey owl. This was Draco's owl and his name was Malachi. As I was pushed and shoved by the buselling students I stared in wonder at the pure beauty that was Draco Malfoy. I felt as if it was just him and me and the rest of the scene was just in the background. He glanced over and noticed me looking at him. I sharply turned away, shocked with embarrassment. But when I turned back to him, he was still looking at me. We had a moment of eye contact before we both turned away.

Was that what I thought it was? Was that a moment where we both recognised each other's existence? Was he staring back? Does this means he knows who I am? Does this means he likes me?

Question after question came flooding into my mind. I didn't really understand what had gone on. But I did know for shore that those where the best two seconds of my entire life!