Shortcuts
I, Draco Malfoy, always take shortcuts in my life. In everything I do, always take shortcuts. In school works, duties, and even little things I do.
Shortcuts, explains the very deep passion in me.
It seems like shortcut is my best soul mate. There is nothing I will do with no taking any shortcuts.
And then, I meet you.
You always seem to be mysterious to me. I don't know why.
Your black hair, your eyes, your smiles, and everything in you always make me shaking and barely breathing.
Whenever you have problems, you always run to me. Seeing you break up in front of me always hurts my feelings. I have no idea why, but you are my weakness.
"I love you, Pansy." I say the words I think I'd never say in my life. But I have already said it, there is no taking back. I'm showing no emotions in my face, but you know that I am screaming inside.
You look at me confused. I can't stand looking in your eyes, and I just look away.
But you lift my head up and give me a smile, a warm smile.
I may not notice it, but I have a smile on my face, a face of a Malfoy.
You hold my hand then, and I hear it…. Even if it is just above whisper, I can hear it…
In the deepest soul of mine, I am saying it loudly…
"There is no shortcut in love…"