Disclaimer: everybody knows they are not mine, 'cause they belong to each other - erm- to J.K. Rowlings.
Warnings: poetry, lack of periods if at the end of a verse (it's just my style), some innuendos here and there
Author's note: Another two-voiced poem. Harry's lines are regular, Draco's lines are italics; the underlined stanzas are deliberately ambiguous and can be voiced by both.
As usual, reviews are loved.
Self-unconsciousness
...
Why do you stare at me with eyes like that?
Already I find astonishing enough
that you're behaving, and to see you smile
each time we meet, but still I won't confess
how much I like you. I do not understand:
are you smitten in truth, or mocking me?
...
Do not say I'm the hero. Worship not
the way I look. I'm not the stuff of dreams
just an average boy, clumsier than most
if not riding a broomstick, still unkempt
scarred and ungraceful, and I never waste
my time with mirrors that will show my face
...
It's only for the sake of Malfoy's pride
that I brag to be gorgeous, while in truth
I'm pale and bleached, and dull, and I am cold
as a snowflake, hard as a diamond cut
a marble sculpture, colourless, unmoved
whose beauty's empty, whose perfection's vain
...
You're the king of obliviousness, but still
this is too much: how can you fail to see
that in you all the colours come alive
with brightness and sharp contrast? You stand out
so very vivid, in so stark relief
you embody magic, and bewitch me so…
...
So this is when your confidence does fail:
you are mother-of-pearls, not empty shell
clear honey that in radiant beauty melts
my temptation, to be the one who thaws you
Ice Prince you never were: the hottest flame
burns whitest, and you are so very white…
...
But if you look at me with eyes like this
with such uncertain quivering of lips
and hands that tremble where our fingers graze
I suddenly believe – as time suspends
and we're about to inevitably kiss –
somehow something in me deserves your love