A/N: WE OWN NOTHING, it's all J.K. Rowling's. Reviews are encouraged, enjoy!

-Dante Pierre

One frosty winter's morning Draco had just gracefully plopped his arse down at the Slytherin table, when a beautiful snowy owl landed in front of him and stuck out its letter-clad foot. Tentatively, the young Malfoy reached out and untied the letter.

"Ooh, what's that Dray?" Pansy cooed curiously.

"I'd tell you, but even your sorry excuse for a brain should be able to figure it out."

Pansy was completely unaffected by Draco's cruel words, as usual. Draco sometimes wondered if the stupid cow even comprehended what he said.

Meanwhile, at the Gryffindor table, Harry was watching the long, unmarred fingers of a certain Ice Prince unravel his letter. As Draco's soul piercing eyes skimmed the words, his features twisted into ones of confusion. Blaise leaned over and whispered something in his ear and Harry automatically felt a burst of jealousy. Zabini was always so close to Draco... too close. Pushing thoughts of murder and arranged accidents to the darkest corner of his mind, Harry continued to watch the blond, hoping for some sign of approval.

Draco quickly looked over the letter addressed to him, and was quite confused to find it was a poem. A poem professing love.

Blaise took one look at it and snickered into the blonde's ear, "Wooks wike somewon has a wittle cwush on you!"

"Shut it!"

Blaise smirked and turned back to his food. Eyes resting on the top of the page, Draco began to read.

Dearest Draco,

When I think of you,

My heart picks up a pace or two.

Hair of gold,

Eyes deep as a sin,

Lips so bold,

And pure, unmarked skin.

This is true,

This is how I see you.

Every new day's start,

In you I trust,

To fill my bleeding heart,

With pools of lust.

Your lips so kissable,

Your figure unmissable.

I desire your unattainable touch,

You'd find no amount could be too much.

All the time I weep,

For a safe distance from you I must keep.

If I were to approach you, my love,

Sadly, you'd turn me into a dove.

Or you might just hiss,

Either one I'd rather miss.

How long I've felt this way,

I ask myself everyday.

Why you I wonder?

Is my life not enough of a blunder?

Then it came to me,

It was easy as one, two, three.

You are the dark to my light,

The moon to my sun.

Full of fight,

Never undone.

You are beautiful,

Unforgettable.

In you I place my love,

How ever misguided it may be,

I've put you up above.

If only we could kiss in a tree.

~Anonymous

Harry studied the blond's face as he finished up reading the letter. Draco was smiling shyly. Draco finally looked up and his eyes swept around the room. Grey met green and Harry winked at the blond. Malfoy's grin grew into a beautiful smile and he winked back.