Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
Draco was evil and longed to be free,
A girl strolled up to him, Hermione.
He liked this girl, if only there a way,
Where evil could love good, night could love day.
She a Gryffindor, he a Slytherin,
Where water meets fire and goodness meets sin.
She was the peach in his world of desert,
The distant blossom to the soul that hurt.
Her hair was frizzy and her eyes were sharp,
But Draco felt a softness in his heart,
For she was beautiful in every way,
And when she passed by him, it made his day.
He melted when she looked at him in class,
And faded away when she used his glass.
Her face was lit with devotion and spark,
And beamed when she received the perfect mark.
Draco longed for the girl, the church, the yes,
To see her in a flowing pearl white dress,
But he can't seem to confess his true love,
To the bright angel in heaven above.
But Hermione had the little boy,
Weasley was his name and her little joy,
And she kissed him there, in front of Draco,
Who was just standing there watching the show.
Poor Draco tried to fight back the tears,
Of the romance he wanted for all those years,
Now crushed by that foul some red haired weasel,
That painted his love across the easel.
A/N This is my first fanfiction. I would really like to know if anyone reads it and enjoys it. Reviews would help a lot. :)
- 7DarkAngel