A/N: Just a poem for a world I do not own... Thank you, JK... Thank you soo much!


THE LETTER

Thoughts that ran through his head

No one would ever know.

There was no one to whom he would ever let them show.

His pride was too strong,

His reputation was not something he was willing to lose.

He would hide behind his attitude and wait.

Wait for her to make the first move.

Wait for her to put herself on a limb for him.

He knew she never would

And that she couldn't possibly feel the same.

An opportunity finally presented itself…

A chance for redemption.

A chance to show that he wasn't just a name;

He wasn't just a memory of his father.

He had in his hands something simple.

Something to finally bridge the gap.

Until he heard that she was going with

Someone else.

Crumpled in his hand was a note

That no one would ever see.

It said simply

My Hermione,

Please go to the Yule Ball with me.

Let me prove that I am the man for you.

Your Slytherin Prince.

Draco sat sobbing in the Common Room,

For he knew it could never be.

And then he silently lit a fire, burned the letter,

And asked Pansy.