The boys belong to JKR, even though I’m often nicer to them than she is.Author’s Notes:
Written for hd100
's current challenge, grave
Green was always his favourite colour: the poison-green of the house crest, or the jade of furious Gryffindor eyes. Even after everything changed, everything he’d known about himself falling apart and reshaping like pieces of a kaleidoscope, that remained constant. Green was his favourite: it was aroused emerald eyes, or the woolly jumper, with a grey D, that symbolised acceptance.
Draco ran his fingers through the stems of the lilies on the grave, and sighed.
Now the colour could never mean anything to him but the sight of his Harry’s fearful eyes, the moment before the curse’s green light hit.