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.
