If I Told You
If I told you how I felt, would it make much of a difference?
Would you tell me that you love me as much as I love you?
Would you tell me that you understand why I persecuted you?
Why I hurt you?
Why I called you such terrible things?
If I told you how I felt, would you try to understand?
Would you wonder why I love you, of all people?
The epitome of what I am supposed to hate.
It's because you're like your own beacon of light.
It's because you're the strongest, smartest, bravest person I've ever met.
It's because you're a puzzle
That I want to spend the rest of my life solving.
If I told you that this wasn't some lousy prank, would you believe me?
That I, Draco Malfoy, could love you, could love anyone for that matter,
That underneath my clothes, charm, and money lays a human being
With a beating heart
With emotions and problems
With feelings deeper that cynicism and dry humor
If I told you that I wouldn't care what anyone thought of me if you gave me the time of day, would it matter?
Could you believe that I would be willing to ruin my reputation, the thing that seemingly matters most to me?
Not to mention the inheritance I'd be sure to loose
Or the Pureblood status
Or the respect and love of my parents
My family
My friends
If I told you how I felt.
Tell me, what would you do?
If I told you that I love you?
Because we are in the middle of a war right now,
And I may not make it to tomorrow.
But I can't tell you, can I?
Because you're you and I'm me.
And that may sound simple,
But I assure you that it's anything but.
Because tomorrow I will lose a part of myself,
Killing a man who I've always secretly seen as a mentor.
And nothing, not even you,
With your curly, chestnut locks,
With your innocent smile,
And intelligent bright brown eyes,
Can save me from that.
Because if I told you
How much I love you.
Even you,
The great and almighty Hermione Granger,
Could never,
Would never,
Love me back.