Rating: T, due to sexual innuendos.
Era: Sometime 6th or 7th year, unrelated to events of HPB.
Summary: OneShot. When you're in love, it's a bunch of things you don't know how to describe. Poetry type format.
It's never wanting to give up or crash down.
It's feeling so deeply and so fully that you can't breath or think of how to do anything else.
It's believing so thoroughly that you'll get passed all those petty little differences.
It's understanding everything that enters that mind, but still wanting to know more.
It's touching every inch, creating pleasure and joy.
It's neglecting everything else, because nothing else matters as much.
It's downright as wrong as it is purely right.
It's really a knockout at parties, especially when you kiss.
It's patient in the fullest sense of the word.
It's pretentious when you've had enough to drink and you want to prove something.
It's as simple as ABC, 123.
It's beautiful in every moment.
It's conclusive because one you know, there's no going back.
Its depths go deeper even than that of great Romeo and Juliet, though you don't know who they are.
It's the embodiment of power and bravery. Only with a little evil mixed in.
It's fain and resistance, opposite, but just like the relationship you have.
It's flaunting your stuff to get a laugh, or even just a spiteful tone.
It's guarding day and night your feelings from the world, afraid you'll look weak when they come out.
It's grinding into...well you know...
It's happiness you've never felt before.
It's ignorance being bliss at the right time.
It's ignominy of your family bonds.
It's judgment of your mind.
It's lavishing, because you'll spoil them if they'll let you.
It's kicking those who fall down when they want what you want.
It's moderate insanity as you know you've lost your mind.
It's nothing but the completeness of your life.
It's opening your heart for once.
It's parting your soul to make room for another.
It's pursuing what you shouldn't, but want to much to care.
It's questioning your loyalties.
It's remarkable that you've lasted this long, and you owe it to them.
It's rubbernecking to hear every one word they say.
It's sensibility being ripped to shreds.
It's thus quite not what you expected it to be.
It's unlimited in possibilities and limitations.
It's valid points scream at you day in and night.
It's warranted a place in your life, slowly taking over every moment.
It's X-Mas come early, for the rest of eternity.
It's yearning for everything to just go right for once.
It's yielding to the final breaking of your mind.
It's zealous nature quite blows you away.
It's love. The love of Draco Malfoy. And it's tearing him apart.
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A/N:
I imagined this to be either D/H or D/G. Really, I don't think it matters, because love consumes mostly in the same way for a lot of his enemies. So insert probably any enemy Draco has here that you want this to be about.
I hope you enjoyed. Please tell me what you think.