Disclaimer: everybody knows they are not mine, 'cause they belong to each other - erm- to J.K. Rowlings.
Warnings: poetry, alternating p.o.v.s, lack of periods if at the end of a verse (it's just my style), some innuendo
Author's note: the longer stanzas alternate between Draco's and Harry's p.o.v. (Draco's ones are in italics), the first and last underlined ones belong to both. As usual, reviews are loved.
Wandlore
The wand chooses the wizard, this is clear
from initial attraction, Lumos at the first sight
till experience and learning seal the bond
...
Holly wood, nice and supple, long and smooth
evergreen like your irises, hard shaped
to bring protection, to repel the darkness
born to shelter from witchcraft, poison, lightning
- it marks your brow without marring the beauty
for the tree wears a crown of thorny leaves
in all resembling your dishevelled hair
and it heralds the courage of a warrior
two kingdoms clashing and a knight victorious
-this is you- and the blood under your skin
is the reddest of berries. In your face
there are life, strength and truth, so very bright
I cannot bear to look, nor to divert my gaze
...
Ten inches, hawthorn wood, so very hard
yet reasonably springy. Thorny branches
will not keep me away. I crave your scent
the softness of your petals. You're the spring
and the may blossom blooms each time you blush
Your smile's a feast of berries, ripe, so sweet
your lips could be the nourishment of saints
Your presence mark the threshold of enchantment
shelters the fairy fields. It is bad luck
for those who try to break you. You'll resist
rot and decay, delicate as you look
you can heal me, restore my leaping heartbeat
for in your face buds hope, the awakening of love
...
A single phoenix's feather at the core
for I may be the dragon, but it's you
the one who can't be tamed, you're the strong-minded
breaking rules, building laws, changing the world
in one flutter of eyelids. You're the healing
both given and received with crystal tears
You stand for life renewed through scorching fire
your eyes green like the flames where copper burns
When I bask in your heat, joyous relief
resounds inside your throat, the purest song
while we raise from the ashes of the past
carried by wings unseen. Your radiance blinds me
and the sparkles can touch my very soul
...
Hair from unicorn's tail, fine, soft and pale
fanned out like spilled silk, gleaming with gold
for you're the whiteness on a moonless night
Your skin's a path of milk, your eyes pure silver
poured as a seal of faithfulness. Your heart
is the true core of innocence. No darkness
will taint you, you're nobody's sacrifice
If melancholy claims you, you won't dwell long
inside its realm: you'll raise with grace and pride
come to my hand, horn lifted to the sky
and you will find me ready to receive you
as naked as an offer. I won't tame you:
won your allegiance, I do love you wild
...
Nevermind who's the wizard, who's the wand
The grip is strong and sure, the choice is made
and magic is created, when we join
