[for proper formatting, please see http://veela-inc.net/layha -- this is a truly crippled version]
Verus Amicus est Alter Idem
The true friend is a second self.
Is Harry, who probably doesn't even know who Cicero is.
But they're not friends, they'll never be as much.
And Harry's nothing To Him. he must realize it.
And, yet, he keeps going back. Never ceases to amaze.
ever.
Bloody Gryffindors.
Quick to trust.Quick to love.Quick to get their fucking hearts broken.
For a moment, Draco thought he loved him back.
It was fall.
Fall the Chill Wind
bit his porcelain face.
(What is)
Fall and the Leaves
piled at their feet.
(What became of them)
Fall the False Prophet
of a spring in Draco's heart.
(What can never be…)
Fall who promised change.
Fall,
who changed nothing but
green to brown
to death
to cold to
absence.
Fall and You
might skin your knees.
Draco'd do anything but fall.
Friends aren't compulsory.
and Nobody is Draco Malfoy's Second Self.
