Beauty in the Darkness

Chapter one: There's No Beauty Like His

I sat unaccompanied in the superlative dark, in a comfortable seat in the back of my father's limousine. I call it "my father's", because it really is. None of my possessions are truly mine, but I pay no mind. I would not ever want the money anyways, it's tainted, and I despise it, although I love what it brings me.

My father is a brilliant man, cruel, yet brilliant. His brilliance is evident in his composure, his charisma, the fear he castes overall. And although people hate him for his darkness, no one can deny the intelligence and power he holds.

His cruelty, however, is evident in his composure, his charisma, and the fear he castes over all, as well. I know his cruelty and coldness all too well. He possibly is the root of my masochism. The harsh games of endurance he would use to train me for what he says I will become. I remember the dark, the isolation, the neglect. For weeks I would be locked away from everyone "learning the hard lessons of life", until he would come.

I still am able to see that blinding light bursting through the door, shining upon my pathetic body. My fathers outline standing in between the light, in a way blocking it from completely blinding me. iew his face, I could not see into his cold gray eyes, but I knew what was soon to take place, the air reeked with foreshadow.

Pain was the only way he ever showed love. You see, he beat me because he loved me dearly. I understand it, it makes sense. We are not an openly loving family, and he was training me, preparing me for the horrid life that awaits me outside of the confiding, yet protective walls of my home.

The pain he gave to me was something I came to enjoy after sometime. Yes of course in the beginning it was horrible, and I couldn't understand why he felt it necessary. Though after a while I became numb. It was after this brief period that I came to enjoy it, feeling hollow when the torture ceased.

Outsiders do not understand our ways, how can they? But I would not change my life style for a "loving" family; all of that fluffy stuff is fraud. My father gave me a gift early in my life, the gift of seeing this world for what it is. I enjoy being numb, without it I would be vulnerable, set up for failure and disappointment.

A sudden white light erupted from the left side of me, disrupting my course of thought. The light poured into the car and surrounded everything around me, exposing all of which had been hidden in the darkness. The figure of a man stepped in the way of the light, his shadowy face was slightly outlined. I could still see that it was Lyonel, my driver.

"Mr. Malfoy, we are here," he robotically said.

I slid out of the car and joined the light. The sounds of train whistles surrounded my ears in the crisp morning air. I inhaled a deep breath and turned around to find the car gone.

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I was once again alone, basking in the silence, in my box car on The Hogwarts Express, when all was interrupted by Crabbe and Goyle. The two thugs burst through the door without even a knock, and immediately plopped their lumpy bodies down onto the seats before me as though I had invited them.font color="Black">glowered at each of them, which did not even so much as faze them. I waved my hand towards the door, in a shooing motion. They stared blankly at me and then thickly waved back at me as though I had just said 'hello'. I released an impatient sigh and then got to my feet, and they did so as well. I placed my hands on their large, chunky backs and shoved them out the door, or at least attempted to. They turned around immediately before the door was completely shut, and pushed themselves back in.

"Can't you two bloody morons take a hint?" I screeched.

They both looked at one another and sat right back down as they had before.

"Fine! I'll leave!"

I heaved the door open and stomped down the small hallway leading to the other box cars. Crabbe and Goyle did so as well.

I began to run, hoping I would lose them, yet they began to sprint as well. I wasn't sure why they wouldn't leave me alone, I just wanted a moment's peace! They were gaining on me, so I made my way to the door closest to me and pulled it open, praying that no one would be occupying it.

Without scanning the room for any person, I immediately shut the door and locked it, waiting for Crabbe and Goyle to pass. When their loud footsteps had disappeared I turned around to find a pair of beautiful emerald eyes staring at me, beneath black locks.

It was Harry Potter my nemesis, my adversary, the person whom I was instructed to hate most.

He sat there, first merely staring, and then his features hardened into a glare.

"What are you doing here, Malfoy?"

I looked around the tiny car, his two best friends weren't with him, how incredibly odd.

"Where are the Weasel and the Mudblood?"

"What's it to you," he snapped.

"Nothing, I just wondered, thoughwere inseparable." I shrugged.

"They, um, needed a car...uh...alone," his cheeks became pink as he spoke.

"Ah, they're off shagging!" I exclaimed.

He shot a glare at me.

I looked down at Potter's face. He was quite beautiful, and being an admirer of beauty I had to take a moment to appreciate it. He had blossomed over the years I had known him. The first time I had met him at the beginning of our first year, I did think he was a bit attractive, but I had no idea he would become so incredibly beautiful. His bone structure was impeccable, with his high cheek bones, defined chin and large wide-set eyes. His skin was creamy white, delicate, and desirable. He had ceased to wear the spectacles that hindered his exquisiteness with shielding the splendor of his jade eyes from viewing. And his body, his body was perfect. It was slender, yet still built. His muscles were chiseled and sculpted to perfection; I had often admired them in the shower after Quidditch games the previous year.

He must have seen my admiration through my soft eyes, for he too had a kind expression across his face.

"Malfoy," he finally spoke quieter than before. "What is it that you want?"

I allowed my cold gray eyes to meet with his vibrant green. "A place to rest, without disturbance," my voice for once was weak and childish. He must have seen my vulnerability, how could he have missed it? I only prayed he would not use this against me, he would be kind and just allow me to rest.

"Sit," he said with, was it pity? My god, Harry Potter feels pity for me, Draco Malfoy.

I stared at him for a second, prepared to defend myself against his sympathy, but I couldn't. I merely wanted to have a quiet place to rest my mind of all.

I plunked down onto the seat in front of him. I glanced over to Harry who was watching me with a rather his eyes. I did not wish to pay attention to him though, he was distracting.

My eyes, with a foolish mind of their own, continued to find their way back to Potter's face, though.

He was watching the world pass by the window as we sped off towards Hogwarts. I remained studying him, noticing how the sun fell upon his face and kindly accentuated his already glorious appearance. His once disheveled hair was now purposely tossed into a wavy and, I dare say, sexy style. The jade in his eyes glistened in the sunlight, as they stared out to see the brilliant green hills and the blue sky that played as a background to them.

I let out a sigh, which disturbed him, and he focused his attention back on me.

"Malfoy, may I ask you something?"

I rolled my eyes as if he had disturbed me from a deep thought. "What."

"Why are you not fighting with me, or making fun of me? You seem to be almost, nice."

"Nice?" I began to chuckle. "I'm only here because those two idiots Crabbe and Goyle won't quit following me! And I know they would never even dream of me sitting in the same care as you, peacefully. Now, I would appreciate a bloody moment's silence! Have you got all of your questioning out of your system?!"

Harry scowled at me, while opening his mouth to say something, yet stopped and turned his eyes back to the passing scenery.

I grinned at the sight of Harry's thoughtful expression. I began to wonder, was I falling for Harry? Or was it that I was just admiring his beauty. After all, I am an admirer of beauty, and he defines beauty, there is no beauty I have seen like his. His presence makes this very car glow; every time I view him my eyes cannot be removed. But do I fancy him. Possibly t>a sexual attraction. I don't know what this feeling is, I only feel something. And that is enough, his beauty has made me feel, something I thought I was incapable of doing. May it be attraction or admiration, it is something.