Chapter Twelve: Corporeal beauty

" I was surrounded by riddles of my own words, but I have never known the true meaning of mystery until I saw you enshrouded within your soulful eyes.

Draco mulled over his thoughts, his long, pale fingers propping his head up. He was much calmer after the incident, although it didn't change the fact that he no longer wanted to see Harry after he carried him here. He saw him in his weakest moments, and every instinct in him was repulsed of seeing his face again. He was ashamed, and his upbringings had only reminded him more of the vulnerability he had shown to the other boy. 

His icy grey eyes narrowed as its gaze through the wall. Pushing himself up, he silently walk through the room. He knew Madame Promfrey would be on a manhunt when she realize he was gone, but he honestly did not care anymore. Trailing his fingers on the wall, he slipped into the library as a thought that had bothered him for day resurfaced.

What potion should they make?

Reaching for a potion book, he flipped through iddly until something flashed across his eyes.

Draught of Peace.

 An advanced potion, the brewer is required to follow the steps accurately, or it may cause drastic consequences to the drinker to sink into irreversible sleep.

If brewed correctly, the potion will emit a silvery vapour, but the possible characteristics of a failed batch seem to be endless (everything from green sparks, dark grey steam, a sulphurous odour, a cement-like consistency, to a dangerous instability that will cause it to explode and set one's robes alight). 

(Steps are written at the next page.)

Memorising the page, he closed the book and chewed his bottom lip slightly. His first thought had been Amortentia, but this potion were far more suitable. Considering the difficulty, he pondered for a while before settling the decision. After all, Potter were absolutely horrible in Potions, so there was no need for him to consult about the the type of potion they should make. Tucking the book safely under his arm, he borrowed it from the library and began his search to find Potter.

Wandering around the hallways aimlessly, he felt lost. The feelings of doubt cornered his mind. After all that had hapen, here he was, looking for the person he most definetley never want to see again. But hope blazed in a tiny flames in his chest. He, of all people, wanted to see him again.

There must be something wrong with him.

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He blinked in surprise at the figure infront of him. His face was blank, yet somethig flashed in his eyes before it was gone. Hope? Surely he was mistaken.

"Let's go." He reached out and proceeded to drag Harry by his arm. Harry, confused out of his mind, let him drag him.

"Where to?"

"Potions. Surely you haven't forget that we only have 1 more day to brew the potion?" Draco replied briskly.

He raised his eyebrows slightly. "What about the potion?"

"I've already decide-and seeing how awful you are in Potions, I'll brew it and you'll help me with the ingredients. We're brewing the Draught of Peace."

Harry opened his mouth to protest how it was unfair that he didn't get the chance to decide the potion as he watched the pale hair boy infront of him, still holding his arm. Shaking his head, he closed his mouth as he smelled a scent of fresh pinewood from the boy. It was like warmth, and he felt oddly comforted by the scent.

Resuming his silence, he allowed the boy to drag him all the way to an empty classroom to brew the potion. Draco rolled up his sleeves and the white bandage flashed in and out of his view. Harry looked away as he suddenly felt sickened to his stomach. Why did the self attempt affected him so much? A pain struck his heart and he grimaced.

"Don't just stand there, help me out would you?" Draco said sarcastically. Blinking in surprise, he looked at him as he pointed at one of the ingredients.

And through out the whole thing, they worked together like a team. He would point out the things needed, and Harry would bring it just in time. The potion was brewed with all kinds of colour until it turned pure white, like snow. Just as he added 7 drops of hellebore and it was done.

Harry watched him quietly as he worked diligently on the potion, noticing how his eyes glimmered excitingly and his focused look that had overcame the small, haunted look he always have in his eyes. It was like admiring a piece of art, a sculptor in real life as he found himself entrapped, keeping up with his pace as he handed him the ingredients one after another.

Wiping his sweat from his forehead, he turned his head towards Harry. "It's done-"

Gray eyes met vibrant green as they were locked into a stare. 

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He had never noticed how Harry's eyes actually looked like.

There were all types of green. Emerald green flecks stared back at his stormy gray as he found himself getting caught in his eyes like a whirlpool. They draw towards him, like a moth with a candle flame, and he found his pale fingers unconsciously tracing his face, from his forehead and down the chin with light touches as a small shiver was felt from Harry. 

Breaking their gaze no matter how much his heart was screaming at him to keep looking at him, he gently corked the potion, knowing that Harry was gazing at his hands that were trembling slightly. 

Curving his lips into a small smile, Harry broke the ice for both of their sake.

"Hey Draco?"

"Yeah?"

"How much do you think the professor will give us?" 

Soft laughter could be heard through the closed door as Ginny grinned in delight.

Heyyy, I'm back! :D Did anyone missed me? No? Okay :(

So exams are over (WHOOOO) and I can finally continue this book ;) Hopefully its okay, but whichever the case, do leave me a comment so I can know your thoughts. 

S'long!