Draco Malfoy leans forward onto the four-poster bed
Sniffs the sleeping figure's inky black hair
Smoothes the gaudy red coverlet, tucking him in
like the child he never was
With his emerald eyes closed, Draco can pretend that Harry's face
doesn't hold such hatred for him, such venom for
turncoat boyfriends and the Malfoy name
In sleep his innocence is overwhelming and Draco fights the urge to kiss him
He exhales and composes himself
With another deep breath, Draco raises his arm and casts the Killing curse,
escaping through the wards Harry never bothered to change
Voldemort will be pleased