(Disclaimer: I don't got nothin' on J.K. Rowling...)
...Life is a book.
You seperate the good from the bad, and go on your way.
You never think twice about the people you deemed bad, they're just there.
The every day enemy.
The little annoyance at the back of your head.
A chance to mouth off at someone, to feel like your doing something to benefit the world.
That's all they are to you.
You call them by their last names, get on with life, hanging with the people who hate them as well.
Once I came to Hogwarts, I knew.
Knew that I would be overshadowed by my father's meanness.
Knew that no one would like me for anything except my money, my power, my place in the world.
All my so-called "Friends" hang with me because they're tied to the Dark Lord aswell.
They'll never know the real me.
I'm never able to rant, to just let go of that image entirely.
I've never been able to say
"Hello. My name is Draco. Want to do something sometime?"
Without a drawl to my voice. That's not my real voice.
I just use it to make people think I'm mean, I'm tough, and I get either respected or repremanded for it.
I really wish I could be nice to Harry Potter and his little posse.
They sound like a nice, cheery lot. Full of laughter, adventure, and niceness.
And then there's that Weasley girl..
...I shudder when I think of her.
She's so beautiful, so perfect, so innocent, so nice, so unnoticed.
Am I in love with her, like those stupid muggle books filled with angsty fluff.
I am in love with the enemy.
Enticed by her red hair...
To lean in, smell it, gently tickling that pale neck that peeks out from that hand-made blue jumper..
I've always wondered what it smelled like..
Like roses?
Like vanilla?
Her eyes were like the sea, calming down after a storm...
..There's this void in my heart whenever I see her.
A void that could easily be filled.
Emerald.
Scarlet.
Gold.
Silver.
Could they ever go together?
...Life is a book.
You seperate the good from the bad, and go on your way.
You never think twice about the people you deemed bad, they're just there.
The every day enemy.
The little annoyance at the back of your head.
A chance to mouth off at someone, to feel like your doing something to benefit the world.
That's all they are to you.
You call them by their last names, get on with life, hanging with the people who hate them as well.
Once I came to Hogwarts, I knew.
Knew that I would be overshadowed by my father's meanness.
Knew that no one would like me for anything except my money, my power, my place in the world.
All my so-called "Friends" hang with me because they're tied to the Dark Lord aswell.
They'll never know the real me.
I'm never able to rant, to just let go of that image entirely.
I've never been able to say
"Hello. My name is Draco. Want to do something sometime?"
Without a drawl to my voice. That's not my real voice.
I just use it to make people think I'm mean, I'm tough, and I get either respected or repremanded for it.
I really wish I could be nice to Harry Potter and his little posse.
They sound like a nice, cheery lot. Full of laughter, adventure, and niceness.
And then there's that Weasley girl..
...I shudder when I think of her.
She's so beautiful, so perfect, so innocent, so nice, so unnoticed.
Am I in love with her, like those stupid muggle books filled with angsty fluff.
I am in love with the enemy.
Enticed by her red hair...
To lean in, smell it, gently tickling that pale neck that peeks out from that hand-made blue jumper..
I've always wondered what it smelled like..
Like roses?
Like vanilla?
Her eyes were like the sea, calming down after a storm...
..There's this void in my heart whenever I see her.
A void that could easily be filled.
Emerald.
Scarlet.
Gold.
Silver.
Could they ever go together?
