His Grey Eyes (A Draco Malfoy fanfic)

3. First Day of Classes and Green Pianos

NOT EDITED (as usual)

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I woke up to bright sunlight shining in my eyes. We went to bed really late last night, catching up on each others' lives. My internal clock wakes me up at the same time most days so I didn't get much sleep. My feet kicked the covers off and I shivered from the unexpected chill that hit my bare legs. I was wearing a pair of dark green boy shorts and an old volleyball T-shirt that said, "Tigers," across the front with my last name, Evans, on the back.

It felt like my body was moving of its own accord. I was the first to wake up and I realized why when I checked the time. It was 5:27; three minutes before my alarm would go off. I hated when that happened. The OCD was just another side effect of my ADD.

I forced myself out of bed and padded over to the bathroom, where I splashed my dull olive face with cold water to fully wake up. I scrubbed my cheeks and nose, peeling off the acne cream that I dabbed on every night. When I looked in the oval mirror, my rosy cheeks glowed like I had just cracked a glow stick.

After brushing my teeth and changing into the Slytherin robes, I rushed into the Great Hall, awaiting my precious schedule. I glanced at my vintage black and white watch; it was 6:00. The food appeared and I went to grab some but realized that I wasn't really hungry.

I'm always hungry. Aren't I?

I shrugged it off and walked up to Professor Snape. I patiently waited as he talked to another professor. Oh, who am I kidding? I'm never patient. I tapped my foot as he turned to me and waited for me to start talking.

"Good morning, Professor," I said with a tight smile. "Can I get my schedule now or will I have to wait for everyone else?"

"Well, I suppose you can see it now..." He handed the fresh parchment to me hesitantly. I grabbed it the moment he extended his clammy hand. Ew!

I ran to the doors, exiting the giant expanse called the Great Hall. Smack! Oh. My. Merlin. Why the hell did Playboy-Malfoy have to wake up at the same time as me? Wait, did I just call him Playboy-Malfoy? No, I'm probably hallucinating. Count on me to wake up early, even though I don't want to.

I bent down to pick up my schedule but Draco beat me to it.

"Hello, Malfoy. Why do you feel the need to crash into me so much? Are you that desperate to have a civilized conversation with me?" I managed. Not as much managed as blurted out. I couldn't help but wonder how he looked so damn sexy all the fucking time, especially with the bed head that had his white-blonde hair sticking up in a myriad of directions.

"Look. You act like we hate each other passionately. You may hate me but I don't hate you. And remember, hate is a very strong word." What? Did he just say he doesn't hate me? I have been living a lie. "And, by the way, we have potions, herbology, history of magic, and charms together."

I opened my mouth to reply but I never got the chance to. He had turned away, leaving me alone with my analytical mind. To be honest, I had no idea what I was going to say. I was confused and overwhelmed and I felt like my brain would explode.

I stared down at my schedule with nothing left to do and saw a note attached. Nope, not a note. A schedule. What the actual fuck?

His schedule lied there, in my hands. Mocking me. I compared both of them and realized that he had named all of our classes together. Have I been damned? By who? Merlin?

I have no fucking clue what I'm thinking or feeling, but I know I feel like a Rubik's cube. I'm all jumbled up waiting for someone to solve me.

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All of my morning classes went by uneventfully. I ignored Malfoy, and focused on notes and not falling asleep in History of Magic.

I fell asleep in History of Magic.

I mean it's impossible not to. You have to have superpowers to not fall asleep once you hear Professor Binns start to drone on and on.

But eventually life moves on and lunch time comes. Everyday for the past three years, I have sat with Celeste and Clover at the Ravenclaw table. But today I felt sick of them. They annoyed me like Hell swept through and I realized what was going on.

I finally grew up. Oh, who am I kidding? I just can't talk to anyone or I will snap! I got up from the table and walked away from a volatile debate that struck like wildfire. No one paid any attention to me as I slid out of the Great Hall.

I had orchestra practice that night and I thought I would just visit the beloved Room of Requirement. It showcased my baby grand that I had spray painted green to... me. Not the world. But me. No one else saw it or knew about it. And that was all I needed.

I tried to gracefully land on the seat but I hit the bench with a Thump!

My butt hurt as pain burst through me. Detailed, I know. But I tried to ignore the constant throbbing, and get lost in my musical thoughts.

I started playing piano two years ago, in second year, when I tore my ACL playing volleyball. Volleyball was my life and still is, but I can only play in the summer. Now I play Quidditch to stay fit and satisfy my athletic needs.

I started to feel my eyes close and I was really drowsy. My head started to fall and my hands came up to support it, palms facing up. The last thing I was aware of was a dull pain in my frontal lobe and the sound of deep, out-of tune piano keys.

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AAAAAHHH! SHE'S... I DONT KNOW WHAT SHE IS!! AHSKFKDJEJSK! WHAT?

Hi, my awesome nargles! Yerp, that is what I shall call you.

I know I need more DRATHENA action. But patience you must have, my young padawan.

That was uncalled for.

I have also decided to change their year to fifth. So they're in FIFTH YEAR, NARGLES.

Anyway, I know I update like every month. Literally, it's exactly one month. But it's summer break! And I'm taking more classes and doing volleyball camp. So I will make as much time as possible! Only for you, nargles!

Well bye for now. *runs and sits in emo corner*