Once again these are not my characters.

From the eyes of a dragon.

I cannot help who I am.
I cannot help people view me as a lesser man.
I cannot help staring across the great hall at you.
I cannot help that feeling in my stomach and feeling that beneath my skin
that stew.
I cannot help being cruel to hide my softer side
I cannot help my father who by the rules does not abide.
I cannot stop my father being what he treasures most.
I cannot help myself when I achieve someing I boast.
I cannot help the fact that I will make a fool out of myself.
I cannot help that my eyes follow you with extreme stealth.
I cannot help my temper is a fierce as one named after a dragon.
I cannot help but smile as you sip from you flagon.
Oh proud lioness with a red mane so rightly named,
Who sits next to the one so famed.
Shall you ever look to where the people wear black and green robe.
Or will I forever continue to watch the earrings that hang from your lobes.
I am willing to crush my pride and ask you to be mine.
But love is something to treasure and therefore takes time.

Ginny stood up and walked out of the great hall, a second later Draco
followed.