Ginny Weasley knew

That he was no lovelier than the rest

He was probably somewhere in Siberia, (in mind and spirit)

anyway. Cold.

His wand sparking green

and the snow sparkling red

like Christmas

happy, merry, deadly Christmas

and everyone says you're a coward

but how?

It's in your name, after all, Malfoy

You're a cruel, scared boy, bound to the ties of family

And to that you'll always be faithful.