~Mister Draco Malfoy~
The twist of a knife, the bite of the blade
I joyfully watch her eyes become devoid of life
I leave her laying on the floor: mangled, bloody, broken.
Her whimpers, her pain, they do not touch me, for I have a heart of
onyx.
A Death Eater must not feel; a Death Eater must not care.
I am the right hand man, the second in command.
An icy kiss I place upon her frosty lips, a kiss between
mudblood and pure.
Its the one I dream of daily.
The day I will slay Hermione Granger will be the day I rejoice in murder
the most.
I'll meet you in Hell, Miss Granger.