A/N Here's another DHr oneshot on their complicated love. I did it in Draco's POV. The italics are his excuses.
Disclaimer: I do not own HP nor will I ever –sobs-
Draco Malfoy was a confident, intelligent, handsome Slytherin man. Yet lately, his body was retaliating against him.
His legs brought him to the library.
How was he supposed to know she was there; he wanted to study.
His arms brushed against hers.
SHE walked into HIM.
His eyes roamed her body that was clad in muggle clothes.
She shouldn't have filled out over the summer!
His fingers gently combed her hair when he found her asleep on the Head's couch one night.
She has something in it, honestly!
His nose smelled her in his amoratia in Potions class.
It wasn't her. He's sure lots of people smell like coconut.
His ears always perked up at her laugh.
She just laughed obnoxiously loud.
His skin trickled with jelousy when he saw her with Potter and Weasley.
It wasn't jealousy, it was hate. He hated Scarhead and Weasel.
His mind always thought of her.
It thought of how annoying she was, not of how compassionate and brave she was.
You could say the biggest thing that retaliated was his heart.
His heart wanted to hold her her.
His heart wanted to grow old with her
But Malfoy's don't have hearts
You could say his heart was the biggest thing that retaliated against him
But you would be wrong.
It was his mouth that was the problem.
His mouth never told her how much he loved her.
She was just a Mudblood. A foul loathsome Mudblood that didn't deserve love.
Right?
A/N Reviews are lovely and appreciated. –