|Didn't Even Know It
Author: Kill The Mother Cock Roach PM
Draco's POV as he has an encounter while walking up the stairs... ONE-Shot. Mature.Rated: Fiction M - English - Humor/Suspense - Draco M. & Albus D. - Words: 469 - Reviews: 1 - Favs: 1 - Follows: 1 - Published: 09-10-11 - Status: Complete - id: 7370405
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I passed up the stairs in a seemingly devout fashion. But that's not why I was going up the stairs. At least, that's not what I thought at first. I continued up the deserted stairs walking as quietly as possible and being swift as a broom in the dark candle light so no one would ever suspect that it was I visiting my headmaster's room: the headmaster that served as my father figure.
He was perfect. And though he didn't know it, not yet at least, I loved him. I love him. I love him, I love him. And I would show him that tonight. Oh how I'd show him! The paintings on the wall peeked at me in their slumber, only pretending to be asleep but I knew they were curious but I also knew they wouldn't tell a soul. They knew who I was, what I was capable of.
I thought back to my father. My father, whom of which was the wickedest of souls even as I strived to be like him for years and years. He was perfect too. I mind when we were out on the lawn and he was teaching me how to duel, me at a mere age of eight. My mother let me use her wand for these ordeals for she knew how important it was to father that I was the best just like him. Just like him. I was able to disarm my father and he was proud, I could tell by the look on his face that he was proud, that he loved me for that split second. My joy was heightened to a level that was beyond me and I did something that stole the pride, stole the love the joy the …
I was up the stairs and the wooden door stood before me in my haste to get there shinning its lustrous wood so it looked as if it were made of pure gold. Maybe it was, there were secrets throughout this grand palace that even the wisest most adventurous fools didn't know of. And here I was as the false breeze in the corridor kissed my cheek and I shivered. I shivered so suddenly and erratically that I lost all purpose. It tickled as if a feather was being lightly brushed over my pale skin.
I placed my cold hands on the knob, it felt hot to the touch and it was warm and it was smooth and it felt so right to be there under the grasp of my palm. I twisted the metal, the gold, and he stood there staring at me. How wonderful it felt for him to look at me and he didn't even know it. Didn't even know it.