The True Meaning of Silver

The True Meaning of Silver

Written by the Stranger in the Moonlight

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I am the true meaning of silver. No, I am not what you expect me to be but I am human and I have feelings. I became silver a while ago, when I thought that I was certainly bronze or even gold. I was either worst or best at everything until the day I met a stranger who made me see it was all right to be in between.

This is not an average story and it is not a likely one either. Though the difference between this and your average story is that this happened and your average story didn't. This story proves that love won't always surprise you without scaring you.

This is the true meaning of silver, of life and of how I learnt that no one is perfect, not even me.

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I was walking through the hallway on the way to my Arithmancy lesson. I was so relaxed because, for once, Harry and Ron hadn't asked me to look over (do) their homework. I love them but it can be exhausting.

I decided to take the long route; it was nicer on the roof than in the castle on such a beautiful day. Truly I don't know why I chose today to risk being late to a lesson, but it was a spur of the moment decision and perhaps I just needed one at that moment though I would have never admitted it then. After all I was simply walking, innocently enough, reading, because no one ever came up here but me.

Just then I tripped on a bit of uneven gravel but I paid no attention, until I almost fell but not forward, as I should have but backwards. I was then in a tight hold, firm but comforting, so it felt all right, just secure and safe. I almost snuggled in then I abruptly stopped. This could be anyone, even a professor, I immediately tried pulling away, but the person didn't let go.

"No I want to hold onto you," said a clearly male voice. I was about to object when he started stroking or rather caressing me? He slowly ran his hands over me in a way that I would never allow anyone else to but he did it with such delicacy. It felt so right, I tried objecting but my body wasn't listening just leaning into those strong arms.

I then did snuggle in objecting to my common sense. The man then led me to a bench and leaned softly into me, kissing me. I had never kissed anyone before, but the passion he released gave me the need to pull him in, want him. He didn't demand I kiss him; he was so light I could have let go any time, but I didn't want to.

He then pulled away, I too got up because I wanted to be near to him; he gave me a security I didn't really understand.

"You didn't do that wonderfully," he said in a teasing voice. I then realised I had yet to see his face because he wore a hood.

"I was terrible, wasn't I?" I didn't know why, but his judgment meant a lot to me.

"No, just a bit more than average but less than great," he said, stating this as if he had a lot of experience and meant what he said.

"That isn't possible, I can't be in the middle, I must be either good or bad I can't be anything else. I never have been. I'm always either perfect or terrible. I'm just like that," I answered him, thinking he deserved the truth.

"That's just how you see yourself," he answered simply.

"You can't tell me what I'm like, I know and if anything I should be telling you." I was getting frustrated, I knew more about me then he could possibly know.

"No one has ever told you that you were average have they? It hurts, doesn't it? I don't want to hurt you, I just want you to see the reality that you aren't a great kisser, but I love kissing you anyway." He said this all so calmly, I could tell, that I easily could've ripped off his hood, at least fifteen times.

"Why?" I found myself asking. "Why would you want to kiss me if I'm not great at it?"

"Because being silver is okay. I know you have a need to be gold and true just like a good Gryffindor girl should be. But you kissed me and good girls don't do that, but you liked the danger of it. I could see it in your eyes. You have never had any excitement and it took you by surprise," he said this taking his time.

"How do you know so much about me?" I was getting a bit scared of all he knew about me.

"I'm not a stalker if you thought that, but I am around you an awful lot." He emphasized 'awful' and I couldn't understand why.

"Ron? Harry?"

"Now that is quite a laugh, you thinking that is so amusing." He then smirked in a smug, but laughing manner

"Why, who are you?"

"A person no one gets."

"That was so helpful, thanks," I replied sarcastically.

"You really don't pull off the sarcastic thing. I'll teach you if you like."

"Why?"

"Because I would do anything to spend time with you, even if it was that stupid and American."

"I have cousins in America thanks."

"So? I have cousins in Scotland, but I take a Scottish joke as well as anyone."

"Well, family means something to me."

"My family doesn't think about things like caring, I wasn't raised like that but I manage to love you. And I think you're amazing, even if only in secret, at least I can be who I am."

"You know you are the most amazing person I have ever met."

"You normally don't think so but if you promise to let me go out with you as who we are, I will tell you who I am."

"Agreed."

"No grudges? You may not like this after you agree. But you don't have if you really don't want to."

"I'm sure." I was sure even if it was someone who was ugly I wouldn't hold that against him.

Then, without another word, he embraced me in a soft and light kiss; I closed my eyes and when I opened them I saw a pair of intense grey eyes. When he released my lips I saw light blonde, almost white, hair and a pale sad face.

There sat Draco Malfoy embracing me in his strong arms. I must have looked shocked because he released me and backed off.

"I'm sorry I shouldn't have done this, I just wanted you to know that it's okay to be silver and that I would hate if you were gold because being silver is something no one else can do like you." He turned to leave with a sad look in his eyes, not the harsh one I had always seen.

The look in his eyes said how sorry he was for everything and how he had never meant it and that he loved me.

Draco Malfoy was in love with me and I think I loved him back. When I tried to grab his hand and just hold onto him he was gone, as were his beautiful eyes, which had softened for me.

It was getting dark and I looked for the sun but only saw the silver clouds. The golden sun had given in to the silver clouds, the second best, the normal, the average, what Draco had showed me it was all right to be.

I stood there waiting for the rain to cleanse away my perfection and leave me with my normal individuality just what I had always been, but had only just begun to understand. Silver, second best, but that was okay.

And I stood there as the rain fell and found his eyes in the storm and I somehow knew he was right behind me. I turned and kissed the most perfect lips and drowned in his grey eyes. They showed the true meaning of silver.

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