Disclaimer: I don't own them, no matter how much I wished I did. The poem is mine.
A/N: I wrote the poem(in italics) literally minutes ago and the urge to write hadn't quite left. Please, enjoy.
Draco's POV
If Not For You
I had decided long ago to let bygones be bygones. I don't know why I suddenly woke up one morning and said to myself, "Is this amount of hate worth keeping?" I came to an amazing conclusion. Shall I share it with you?
No, it's not. It never will be, especially when it comes to you.
I remember how forlorn you looked the day after your godfather died. My epiphany had barely been a week before and I was seeing everything in a new light.
If not for you
I would be lonely and cold
Dying on the inside
Numb from loneliness
Remember Madam Malkins? I apologize for my rudeness to your first friend. I hadn't known then. I hadn't even known you were the Boy-Who-Lived until we were on the train and you turned down my hand of friendship.
Can I blame you though?
You smile lights up my day
Your laughter and your ways
No, I can't. I was a prat, a selfish arse.
I don't know where I would be
If not for you
And your simplistic yet complex views
Now, watching you lead your first class to their first lesson on flying, I can't help but remember Longbottom's remembrall and how you flew after it.
Even then you had your view on right and wrong, and damn anyone else who tried to change it
Ever since that first hello
I apologize for the time-worn saying
But you had me since the start
It was just a matter of time before I knew it
Some days I wonder how I could have even hated you at all. Then I remember that I was brought up with my father's views and his hatred. It's those days I wish I had the honor of killing him myself instead of it going to the Dementors in Azkaban.
You remind me of a kitten-cat
Old in body-young in mind
It's also those selfsame days that I thank Merlin you never lost your innocence to the madman named Voldemort.
Because if not for you
I don't know where I would be
Now though, as I sit at my desk in our personal chamber writing in my lesson planner, I reminisce about our school days and how it could of gone so much differently for the both of us. I could be in Azkaban, rotting away with the Dementors, the creatures you fear and hate more than Voldemort himself. But instead I'm here.
Numb from cold?
Warm From laughter?
With you sitting down in my lap and laughing as I whine about not being able to see what I was writing.
But I guess we'll never know
Because my life turned out this way.
Yet all I can say
It's at night, when you suffer from your nightmares of the war, still going strong after nearly half a decade, and I hold you when you wake up in tears that remind me that I have a purpose.
Even if I had failed in it before we even met.
Is I'm sorry I was not there before
To know your heartache and your pain
To know your laughter and your fears
But when I ignore everything else and I only concentrate on your smile or your soft lips under mine, I find I don't mind about that, because you no longer care about them yourself.
I guess what I'm trying to say is, I wouldn't be here today if you hadn't saved me from it.
I don't mind at all though because
Things would not of turned out this way
If not for you.
Because, if not for you, things would be a whole lot different today.