I use to think you were different. That you were not your father.
I use to think we were the same. Didn't want our parents legacy, good or bad.
I use to think we had happiness. Slytherines had a way of shielding emotions, but we saw through each others.
I use to think you loved me for me. You crushed my heart as soon as someone else came.
I use to think I was your flower. But you like Roses better.
You use to think I was to young. You were right.
And when Rose broke your heart because she didn't like dating a "Bad Boy" anymore. You realized your mistake.
Then you recorded the most beautiful love apology ever and only one other person I knew could hear it.
I used to think nobody knew I was parseltongue and that was my reason for being in Slytherine.
I used to think that you only got gifts based on money. Then you learned a language you never will understand just to tell me how stupid you were and that you loved.
I now have to rethink everything about Scorpios Malfoy. The man that will one day make me Mrs. Lily Luna Potter Malfoy
