DAY DREAMING

Day Dreaming by insane chemist



The sound of a drill bellowing two floors down, the cool morning breeze caressing my barely awake face, the sunlight – sweet sunlight, against her creamy, pale cheeks, gave me a sense of ease – of comfort.
I watched as her hair fell down her perfectly slender back. I sat there in awe of the goddess seated right in front of me – facing the same board as I was, listening to the same math teacher’s voice as I was.
I felt as if we were connected – related by the minute sameness of the things going on in her moment and in mine.
The drill gave a burst of shrieks; it must have broken down. The class went into a flurry of chit chatters and she turned to me and smiled; a smile unsurpassable in beauty. She beckoned me to lean forward. I did so without hesitation. She asked if I had gotten the hang of translating equations. I said I’ve mastered it last night.
“So you did study.” She said with that smile on her face which seemed to melt away every bad thing in sight. “I studied only because you made me.” I said while smiling the brightest smile I could have mustered. She giggled and a pink blush appeared across her nose.
She didn’t say anything after that, nor did I. We just sort of stared at each other. Smiling.
The teacher saw me drawn too far from my seat. He shot me an accusing look. I jerked back to my seat mechanically; as if that wasn’t the first time I’ve been caught doing that.
She looked at me for the last time and she winked. I returned the gesture biting my lower lip. She almost laughed out loud. I drowned myself in her giggles and laughter.
But the laughter became louder and louder and I felt someone poking me.
I almost jumped out of my seat. I woke up and everyone was giggling and pointing at me. “Sleeping again Mr. Credo?” My Math teacher gave me a stern look.
The bell rang – saved by the bell. Everyone left, including her; my goddess, my soul mate. She left as if not even knowing I existed.
A mental note to self: The mind plays the cruelest tricks in Math class.

3rd short: Draco's Heart Part1

Draco’s Heart

It was another one of his dreams I guessed. What else could it have been? The great boy who lived plagued with nightmares – pathetic. But then again, who’s more pathetic – him, striding pointlessly along the halls of Hogwarts at night, trying to fight the demons of his slumber, or me, keeping my eyes on him – watching his every move, lurking in the shadows just so I could take a peek at his beauty. It may be a huge shock to you that Draco Malfoy, the Draco Malfoy, had fallen deep into Harry Potter’s green emerald-like eyes.

I never thought I’d end up gay. But then again, having a Death Eater as a father and an always absent mother, I was bound to end up like Neville Longbottom. That little faggot – I caught him once staring at me while we were at the showers after a game of Quidditch. I didn’t mind though, I’d been doing the same thing to Harry.

So why wouldn’t I just come out? Well, if Muggles say it’s hard in their world, it’s harder in ours. Gay wizards were laughed at since time immemorial. Only great old Dumbledore had the right courage to actually be a gay wizard. Then again, even if Dumbledore would have said he had a vagina, no one would care. He was Dumbledore – no question, no drama. But me – I would lose everything! From the respect of my Slytherin kin, to the legions of girls who have been begging me to screw them, I would lose them all. That’s why for almost seven years of knowing my sexuality, I have kept it hidden. But tonight, I’m gonna let Draco live. Tonight I was gonna tell Harry the feelings I had for him.

... to be continued

2nd Short Story: Under the Cloak series

Love at the Diagon Alley

A love so true – untouched and virgin, pure and chaste is this love of a boy for another boy. A boy who had never mustered love for anyone, not even himself; one who was not only born into wealth but also born into darkness.

Pale as snow, sweet as sugar, his skin gleamed in the sunlight; Hair so blonde that it shimmered as he walked down Diagon Alley. He loved it there. The people, so vivid, so colorful, went about with smiles on their faces. Smile, the sort of smiles he had never known – ever. They were honest smiles. Smiles that could only be painted on the faces of honestly happy people. Those people gave him a sense of insecurity. The life he led never gave him the smiles they had. He was insecure and he knew it.

“Draco! Listen boy, I have to go down to Gringotts. You stay here and get your measures taken. Don’t leave unless I come get you.” A scary man, as pale as him and with the same blonde hair but only longer, told him in a most cold way. He was his father. The Lucius Malfoy – the one, who sided with the Dark Lord and after his fall, claimed he had been spellbound.

He nodded as if he meant it, but he didn’t. He was staring down the alley. His father had left, and he broke his stare at the figure he was looking at and went into the robe shop, Madam Malkin’s, thinking, “This day might just get a notch more interesting.”

The bell rang as he entered and soon, the work began.

A little before Draco’s measures were all taken, he came in. His face was as bright as an angel’s. His eyes mystically glowed an emerald-like-glow. His hair was funny – messed up.

And he looked at me curiously, I had tingles all over. Then again, I can’t just act like a squeally girl now can I? So I let the usual dark cold Draco surface from within me. But I couldn’t just bully him. He was so beautiful, innocent, sweet and happy. He had a smile on him which fought my instinct to just squish his esteem with the fiery words which I learned from my father.

I guess I was in love. I was captured by his eyes, his lips, and his soul which emanated a sort of glow – he felt warm even from a distance. He felt so real. Unlike the people who I am around so often, he felt ridiculously real.

He came closer so then I started ranting about Hogwarts and how I was going to be in Slytherin or else I won’t even stay at the damn school. I tried to be friendly, honestly. But friendly in our household, in my group of friends even, in everything I do, is shoving people in toilets, or calling them names. I tried not to do those really.

But then beyond his softness and warmth I couldn’t help but think he hated me. He had changed his smile into a lopsided frown. I felt his warmth slowly retreat. I might’ve scared him. I have that effect.

I realized I was being a shadow to his light. We were in no way compatible – at that moment I reckoned. At that very moment I knew that he would never ever be a friend of mine. He might just well be my enemy.

I sobbed inside, fighting the thought. Then I saw a man through the shop’s windows, he was huge and beyond any doubt monstrously ugly. I recognize him vaguely as the school’s – Hogwarts – gamekeeper.

In an effort to win back the boy’s affection, I made fun of the giant looming outside the shop.

He shot back a furious expression. I later found out that he was with him. I didn’t know he was with him. How could I? An angel and ogre together? I really felt lost, but I didn’t show a hint of it. No I just grinned. I grinned my most devilish grin and went off after the lady told me she was done with all my measures.

As I retreated through the door, out of the shop, I felt a sense of knowing. I knew right then and there that our paths would cross again. They may not be moments of bliss, our next meetings. But I was sure that we’d meet again. And that smile, his warmth, his everything I was going to feel it again. I was sure.

I was sure that that love at the Diagon Alley would be seconded.

Odd Farewell

--- arms in self-embrace

she stands, motionless... serene.

--- lips locked, eyes-teary

he walks - surely - towards her

--- eyes sharp

she breaks here nothing, and turns her back to the approaching figure..

:: stop ::

--- hand folded, eyes wiped dry...

he bids her farewell...

::soft light bounces on their faces::

--- shaking body, bloodshot eyes, ghostly complexion...

she rushes to the man hit by the truck

--- dying

he says, i love you...

--- sobbing she said

i should have let you come

--- with a smirk, he uttered in a low, barely audible, whisper...

but then... if i had, you would have never loved me as much as you do right now.