Tell me…
Why is it that every time I look at you I can't help but to feel attracted to you?
Even thought I know you will use me; that once you're finished you will throw me away for another one?
I'm painfully aware that for you, I am but another toy.
To the great Draco Malfoy, I am nothing but a mere chess piece.
So…why is it that I always come back to you?
Tell me, please.
