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.