------ ON HOLD ------ He leaned close again, and I felt as if I couldn't breathe, like he sucked all the oxygen out of me. I held his gaze, the silver enveloping me again, but this time warm, not intrusive. He persisted, tilting his head, slowly progressing towards me, eyes never leaving mine. Maybe in another universe, I would have been just a girl, tucked away in an empty corridor, a beautiful cloudy-eyed boy breathing my air and pressing against me. In another universe, the prolonged locked gaze was loving, was one of yearning. But it wasn't. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・ alternates between the POV of Draco and Wisteria every chapter. #6-constellations #33-shifting #35-dracotok #40-coldhearted #91-sun #130-reality #181-stars #388-moon

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Hermione felt the pounding in her ears again. She would see him for the first time since the Great Hall, gaunt and stricken at the Slytherin table with his mother clutching his arm. She hadn't meant to look for him. Not in the corridors, not beneath the white sheets of the fallen, not on the way to the Chamber of Secrets with Ron, but she was a stupid girl.