My Funny Valentine.
Draco sat alone, locked in his room. "I thought your wedding was meant to be the happiest day of your life," he mused silently to himself. Then he laughed out loud, it probably would be, apart from he was marring the wrong girl.
He thought about his wife to be, Parkinson. That bitch who seemed to infect everything. He remembered back at Hogwarts, sitting in the potions class room, when she entered the room, you didn't even need to turn around to know it was her. That perfume she used announced her presence a mile off. Or sitting in his dormitory, her voice, like nails scraping down the blackboard, would carry easily up from the common room. He thought about the manor, its serene, calm gardens, wide, elegant halls. What would happen when she came to live there?
He remembered about the events leading up to the wedding. His father had tried to make him take the oath of allegiance to Voldemort. When he had refused, he had locked him up here again. He had told his father to treat him like an adult, that he wanted to make his own decisions. Lucius had then treated him like an adult, by showing him what he did to people who did not bow to his master. Draco winced at the memory, that had been the first, and hopefully the last time some one had used the cruciatus curse on him.
Later his mother had suggested it was time for Draco to marry, someone who would keep him on the right path, Parkinson. So that was how it all came to be. Yet Draco still could not help thinking about his first and only love. He knew it could never be. She wasn't Malfoy 'wife material'
My funny Valentine
Sweet comic Valentine
You make me smile with my heart
She was one of the only people who could make him genuinely laugh. Not needing a target to laugh at, but just laugh. She had this simple, rough humour. The nearest his mother came to humour were the snide remarks she made about other families to his father. He knew Parkinson would be the same as Narcissa.
Your looks are laughable
Unphotographable
Yet you're my favourite work of art.
The Malfoy wives were meant to be beautiful, trophies. His mother, in her mid forties, was still probably one of the most stunning women he had ever seen. She was stunning as well, Draco grinned to himself. Stunning, that was the word, she had arms like hams. She was bigger than most of the men he had met in his life, probably stronger too. Really stunning.
Is your figure less than Greek
Is your mouth a little weak
When you open it to speak
Are you smart?
When she used to be the beater on the Quidditch team, he had seen her getting changed once, and he had first thought her body was hideous. Then after time, he had found it refreshing, that self acceptance, and security that came with it. Unlike Parkinson, who was continuously obsessing about her looks, she didn't care what people thought. She had time to talk to him, rather than counting calories. Talk about things other than Granger's hair or Chang's newest jumper.
But don't change a hair for me
Not if you care for me
Stay little Valentine stay
Each day is Valentine's day
He had begun to realize at the end of sixth year how much she meant to him. It annoyed him how she was probably one of the only girls he knew he didn't have in the palm of his hand. He couldn't control her like he could others. When she had dated Flint, he had had no control. Not that that had lasted long. She had knocked him out cold on their second date.
His father was calling him, now it was time to go and marry Parkinson. In less than an hour Millicent Bullstrode would be out of his reach forever.
Is your figure less than Greek
Is your mouth a little weak
When you open it to speak
Are you smart?
But don't change a hair for me
Not if you care for me
Stay little Valentine stay
Each day is Valentine's day