Because he's a Malfoy
It's so very wrong
But that's what makes it so right
He's a pure-blood
The highest
Of the high
-or so he claims-
SCOFFING
at the others
Because he's so the very best
-or so he claims-
And you?
You're a Muggleborn
And not to be associated
(associated)
With ones like him
-or so he claims-
And
He's a Slytherin
He's evil
You tell yourself
But you know
You don't give a bloody damn
Because he's amazing
And you also know
(you're Hermione Granger, you always know)
That he'll leave you
That he'll betray you
That he's using you
(for what?)
But you don't care
For the time being
As long as he's here
now.
How did this all start?
You wonder
As you're pressed up against the wall
And he's pressed up against you
And his lips are on yours
And oh Merlin his lips
And oh Merlin him
You know it'll all be over soon
But his smirk
And his hair
And his eyes
(which aren't just cold and silver
you can see
they hold much more)
And you can't argue
You can't resist
You just sink in
You're best friends
With his worst enemy
So you always feel
guilty
l a t e r
Because he's a Malfoy
And you're a Muggleborn
And not to be
associated
With ones like
him
But
You can't help it
You have to
be
with him
Because he's Draco Malfoy
He's perfect
And really
That's all that
matters
For now.
