The sun shines through the windows, making his messy hair shine, and his glasses glare. (Though his eyes already shine)
He is the essence of everything I hate, but I just couldn't hate him, with his green eyes and shy smiles. (But I can't hate him, I love him)
Snape yelled at him as usual, and as usual, I barely repressed the urge to claw his eyes out. (It gets harder every day)
Finally in the dorms, I lay on the bed, and just simply wonder. (Wondering can be useful)
This boy is just surrounded by what if's, and I manage to think of another with each passing day. (Today was if he loved me)
Nobody knows my feelings, and I intend it to stay that way. (At least until I die)
But at this point, I don't have a lot to lose. (I'm a failure)
I can't even die properly. (Someone always finds me)
Why can't this boy leave my mind? (Not that I want him to)
He's a shining light in my world full of darkness. (If only I wasn't me and he wasn't he)
Why do I have to screw everything up? (It probably comes with being a Malfoy)
Sometimes it scares me, how empty my eyes look, devoid of emotion. (I really do care about him)
I'll never have him. (But I'll spend the rest of my life searching for someone exactly like him)
I wonder if repairo can fix a broken heart. (And soul)
What else can you see yourself as, when the whole world thinks of you as a monster. (Though they are right in seeing me as a monster)
His mere existence gives me hope, the fact that there is air in his lungs, and his heart is beating is the only thing keeping me sane. (Although me being sane is probably a matter of opinion)
I'm not as strong as I say, and my wounds hurt, but I cannot show. (Add liar to the list)
He's so oblivious to the effect he can have on people. (Especially me)
They'll miss me when I'm gone. (Except for the one I want to miss me)
It can never be, as long as the earth spins, and the stars shine. (I shouldn't think like this)
I love him. (But that's not enough is it?)
This is too much. (I just can't do this anymore)
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Dear Potter,
There are many people whom I probably should be writing to, but your the only one I feel I have things left to say to. I never got to tell you that I love you, or how beautiful you truly are, and I am sorry you have to hear this from lifeless paper instead of my own voice. Take good care of Eagle-Owl.
With love, Draco
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Excerpt from The Daily Prophet:
Draco Malfoy, only son of Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy, was found dead on the 2nd of May 2003, exactly five years after the end of the second Wizarding War. Harry Potter, received a letter from him, only moments before the body was discovered. The letter is being kept private on request of both Harry and the remaining Malfoys. The Autopsy shows a self-inflicted killing curse.
