title: Broken
Category: Books
Sub Category: Harry Potter
characters: Draco, Hermione
author: sHaDoW iN tHe NiGhT
author's e-mail: dark_shadow_realm@hotmail.com
rating: PG
genre 1: angst
genre 2: romance
summary: His every breath, he breathes for her. His heart beats for her
alone. A little look into the tortured soul of Draco Malfoy and his
longing
for Hermione Granger. A Work In Progress. Please review! This is my
first
story so be nice!
Broken
Summary: When the mere thread between love and hate is snapped and true emotion rise like ghosts in the mist, swimming across your mind like faint fog being lifted by morning breezes. That, my friend's, is what love is really like.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of this, though sometimes I do wish I owned Draco............
A/N: All the poems in this story belong to me and were written by me.
Chapter One: The Journey Begins
I watch her. Every day. She doesn't know I love her. I doubt that she would care. She thinks I hate her but I only call her "Mudblood" to keep myself from engulfing her in my arm's and pouring out my soul to her. I love her. But she doesn't know.
She has a habit of biting her finger nails. To some it's annoying. But to me it's paradise. The way her beautiful finger rests on her full lip. It makes me burn. My very soul feels alight with unknown passion's and hidden desire's. But it's also pain. Knowing that I will never feel those lips. That I will never caress those perfect lips with my own. I want to cry. I do cry. But not aloud, if that is the right word. Not in front of them. Alone, inside, my heart weeps and mourns for the touch i crave but will never have. For the love of a girl I can never own. For Hermione.
Broken
Summary: When the mere thread between love and hate is snapped and true emotion rise like ghosts in the mist, swimming across your mind like faint fog being lifted by morning breezes. That, my friend's, is what love is really like.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of this, though sometimes I do wish I owned Draco............
A/N: All the poems in this story belong to me and were written by me.
Chapter One: The Journey Begins
I watch her. Every day. She doesn't know I love her. I doubt that she would care. She thinks I hate her but I only call her "Mudblood" to keep myself from engulfing her in my arm's and pouring out my soul to her. I love her. But she doesn't know.
She has a habit of biting her finger nails. To some it's annoying. But to me it's paradise. The way her beautiful finger rests on her full lip. It makes me burn. My very soul feels alight with unknown passion's and hidden desire's. But it's also pain. Knowing that I will never feel those lips. That I will never caress those perfect lips with my own. I want to cry. I do cry. But not aloud, if that is the right word. Not in front of them. Alone, inside, my heart weeps and mourns for the touch i crave but will never have. For the love of a girl I can never own. For Hermione.