She Knows Not... What she does to Him
Save me, won't you? She's no damsel in distress, nor does she need a prince to captivate her, for she herself knows her strengths, and she herself will entrance her own mind.
She knows not what she does to him, when she flicks her hair back, or when she sways her hips carelessly. Her brilliance annoying to some, but to him the essence that overthrows him. To look her way, mesmerizes him, but to stare in those chocolate coloured eyes sends him to cloud nine.
But he'll deny these feelings, shove her face to the back of his mind, for she is a mudblood dirty and filthy...
But her soiled blood stains his heart.
He is Draco, and she is Hermione