Disclaimer: everybody knows they are not mine, 'cause they belong to each other - erm- to J.K. Rowlings.
Warnings: poetry, lack of periods if at the end of a verse (it's just my style)
Author's note: this time is almost only Draco's voice, musing about love. Reviews are loved.
Sorting feelings
Love is no Ravenclaw. No amount of knowledge
can unravel my heart, no reason can explain it
There's no measure of wit that'll give me answers
My soul is not a riddle to be solved
and it will keep its mysteries within
Love is no Hufflepuff. I'm not possessed with patience
to wait until my wishes be fulfilled
I cannot tolerate the ignoring of my needs
and what from stubborn loyalty will come
if I'm the one rejected and alone?
Love is no Gryffindor, however you may like it
my intentions are not pure. I do not dare
to put my heart at stake. Bravery alone
won't conquer anything. I am no hero
you see that I can barely save myself
Love is a Slytherin. It hides in dungeons
recoiling from the light. It has ambitions
to be seen, to grow powerful, to win
for the lack of success is not an option
and so much more than pride there is to lose
Love is a Parselmouth, like you yourself are
speaking to me with hisses and sharp sounds
that are not words, whose meaning I can't get
but that will make me shiver all the same
compelling me to something, but to what?
Love is a Snake. Your mates will try to crush it
saying that it is venomous, it lies
that you cannot believe it, it's your enemy
that it will suffocate you, will deceive you
it's only a cunning game, will make you bleed
Love bites. More than a snake, it is a dragon
pinning me chained with tendrils of emotion
touching with fire, consuming my skin
incinerating walls within my heart
feeding me illusion so that I won't starve
hypnotizing my soul into belief
swallowing everything that I once was
keeping me tame, allowing me to rebel
only because I know there is no flight
riding me hard with wings unfolded wide
toying with brands of freedom and possession
holding me spread upon a bed of emeralds
unresting, sparkling, gleaming, staring gems
showing I deserve this, that this I chose
that from the edge of flames I'll not escape
Then I wake in your arms and to your voice:
"You're right, love is a Dragon. How convenient
is that to me, already it bears your name"