He shouldn't love someone so broken.
It would be like trying to put a Jig Saw puzzle together with the wrong pieces. It might look okay far away, but up close, rough edges, and little holes ruined the thought of togetherness.
He wasn't supposed to love a rival.
Wisps of silver hair trapped his eyes. Full pinkish lips caught his attention. Green looked so perfect on that figure. Those haughty eyes shouldn't capture his attention.
He can't love a boy.
Not that it's really love. More like a desperate, aching lust. The closest to love he's ever really felt. He dreams of hardened flesh, and silk skin. It could be love-one day it could be.
Ron didn't love Draco.
He just wanted to.