YOUR COLOUR
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"Snape still hates me."
Pansy snickered. "That comes as no surprise. He hates everyone."
I shook my head. "No, he hates me more. Ever since that stupid prank, he looks at me as if he wishes I were dead-all for embarrassing him in front of everyone."
I sat with Pansy and Blaise outside in the courtyard. Blaise sat beside me on the grass as I picked out clovers. Pansy laid on the bench behind mine and Blaise's back.
Blaise glanced at me thoughtfully. "Why did you go along with it? Surely you must have thought it would be a terrible idea if you got caught-which you did."
I gnawed on my bottom lip. "I don't know," I grumbled, running my hands in the grass. "I thought it'd be funny-and it was, for a mere moment. I think it was just adrenaline in the heat of the moment."
Pansy groaned aloud. "I wish I were in that class to see him meow. God, I'd never forget such a thing. Just imagine, Snape meowing like a fucking cat."
"I can't just imagine it, it's engraved in my mind." I sighed, leaning back against the side of the bench. "Hilarious as it may be, Snape's practically failing me in DADA out of spite."
"The man holds grudges like a child," Blaise commented quietly with the slight shake of his head.
I laughed softly, glancing at Blaise. "That he does."
Blaise looked up, meeting my gaze.
"Your eyes," he murmured quietly.
I blinked. "My eyes? Is there-an eyelash on my cheek or something.
Blaise laughed airily. Sounding as delicate as a feather floating down from the sky. He shook his head softly. "No-they just look much brighter-when the sunlight hits them, I mean. I never noticed, they quite match the shade of Forget-Me-Nots."
My breath hitched in my throat. "Forget Me Nots?"
Blaise leaned closer towards me, pointing a finger out ahead further on the courtyard field. "You see that shrub there? Those little blue flowers, that's what they're called."
I looked at the flowers before looking at Blaise again. His face was incredibly close to mine. I almost forgot how to breathe.
"Yours are honey."
Confusion flashed in his eyes. "I'm sorry?"
I gaped. "I mean, your eyes are very dark but when the sun hits them, they're light as honey. Sparkling even."
A smile tugged on Blaise's lips. "Oh. I suppose you're right."
Pansy propped herself up on her elbow, staring between Blaise and me with narrowed eyes. She feigned gagging. "Do you two need a room or something?"
Blaise's face flushed.
I bit back a laugh, glancing over my shoulder at Pansy. "And your eyes, my love, as light and bright as a sparkling peridot gemstone."
Pansy tried to fight a smile. She shoved my shoulder. "You sneaky bastard."
I sighed heavily, dramatizing. I ran my fingers through the grass. It was rather cold out; the breeze nipping my skin and reddening my pale face from the apples of my cheeks to the tip of my nose. I was hugged by a wool coat, my Gryffindor scarf wrapped tightly around my neck. It wasn't cold enough for us to freeze sitting out here but, it was nice to enjoy the outdoors before snowfall started and made it nearly unbearable to sit out in the courtyard like this.
I picked at the grass between Blaise and me.
He was also picking at the grass, checking each clover to see how many leaves it held.
His fingers brushed against mine. His hand was warmth-a warmth much needed with this piercing breeze.
"What do we have here? A lost Gryffindor, perhaps having forgotten which house she belongs in?"
Blaise slowly pulled his hand back, folding them in his lap.
"Malfoy," Pansy grinned. She laid on the bench, turning her head to look at Draco approaching. "At last you make your appearance."
Draco looked down at where Blaise and I sat. "Are you? Lost, Ambrose?"
I rolled my eyes, keeping my gaze trained on the pieces of short grass I picked out from the ground. "No, but it seems you may be if you're confused by the sight in front of you."
Blaise snickered quietly.
Draco's gaze snapped towards him, his eyes narrowed. "Why are you sitting in the ground like a-like an animal, Blaise?"
Blaise cleared his throat. "It's rather comfy," he shrugged unsurely, confused by Draco's question.
"You missed all the fun, Draco." Pansy laughed hysterically. "We were just comparing eye colours. It got quite steamy if I do say so myself."
"Shut up, Pansy," I muttered quietly, shaking my head.
"Steamy?" Draco's jaw clenched.
"Yes. You should've seen how hypnotized Blaise and Elysia seeme-"
"Cold, sharp icicles hanging from the ceiling. Ready to fall and impale anyone who dares walk underneath." I cut Pansy off, speaking sharply while staring Draco coldly in the eye. "That-is what I would compare Malfoy's eye colour to."
Good Merlin, what was wrong with Pansy? It was as if she were trying to get both Blaise and I killed. Draco already despises the fact that I'm close with his friends. He needn't hear about the entire coziness within my friendships with Blaise and Pansy.
Although...
It was the perfect way to get under Draco's skin.
But frankly, at this moment I didn't have the energy to squabble with Draco. I was having a rather pleasant time with Pansy and Blaise before he had shown up.
Pansy and Blaise both fell silent, easily sensing the thick tension between Draco and me.
"Careful Ambrose, your hatred is showing."
"Merely the point." I retorted calmly, staring back at him.
Draco licked his lips. His gaze was expressionless and cold. I couldn't read him. "Lovely to know how you feel."
I scoffed, looking at the grass again. The grass was less vibrant this time of year, much lighter green than it would be in the summertime. It reminded me of Pansy's pale green eyes.
A lifeless smile tugged on my lips.
I plucked the clover from the grass, holding it up to my face to ensure I was seeing correctly.
I pushed myself off the ground, brushing my coat off. I stood in front of Draco, staring into those impaling icicle eyes.
"I extend my found luck to you in hopes that with luck, you stop being such an arse." I held out the four-leaf clover for Draco to take.
He picked it from my fingers, looking at the four leaves.
Draco met my eyes. "Elys-"
I stepped aside, moving past him and walking away.
Perhaps, one point, Gryffindor. I'm no longer entirely sure.