Prologue
You say "I love you boy"
But I know you lie.
I trust you all the same
And I don't know why.
'Cause when my back is turned,
My bruises shine.
Our broken fairytale,
So hard to hide.
I still believe,
It's you and me
till the end of time.
When we collide we come together,
If we don't, we'll always be apart.
I'll take a bruise I know you're worth it.
When you hit me, hit me hard.
"I love you Draco," Hermione whispered almost silently as I ran past her, Crabbe and Goyle following. I knew she couldn't have meant it though, how could she? My new bruise was quickly forming on my cheekbone, it shone as my tears rolled down my cheeks, yet I knew, no matter how much she hurt me, no matter how many bruise's she gave me, I would still fall helplessly for her. If I had born into a different family, if I didn't have such a bad attitude, maybe it wouldn't have been so bad. It was broken though, My story was always going to be but I found it so hard to hide from my family, from my fellow Slytherins. I still believed though, that we would somehow be together, in the end of it all.
