Part III: Poem Writing
---Ron's POV
"Ron?"
What?
"Ron? Are you listening to me?"
No. No I'm not listening, I don't want to listen and I'm not going to. "Yeah, I'm listening."
"Are you feeling okay?" Hermione has very skeptical eyes. Even when she's worrying.
"I'm okay." But I'm not okay. I'm not okay because Harry is sitting there, talking to that damned Cho Chang, and, Glory Hallelujah! here comes Draco bloody Malfoy.
"Weasley. Granger." I must say, Draco, that I'm surprised you just walked right past us without a single insult. And I daresay that I may be feeling slightly neglected here. I'm sorry, Hermione, but it appears that my invisibility is rubbing off on you. Oh well. You don't seem to notice, though.
I guess that I'll just turn my invisible self right back around and glower at Cho, while Hermione continues to talk at me, her words flying right over my head.
---Draco's POV
I cannot stand to watch you torture Ron any longer Potter, the way you are now.
So, I stand up. I grab my wand. I march right over to you, and that girly of yours and… Continue right past. Ah, well, tomorrow's another day.
In the confines of my dorm I pull out a sheet of parchment and a quill and begin to write.
Dedicated to:
The Wonderful Harry Pot-Head
I snigger slightly at the line, and then continue:
How do I hate thee?
Let me count the ways..
I hate the way you treat him
Like he's not the world
I hate the way you twist him
Like you know what's best
I hate the way you torture him
And make him cry at night
I hate the way he keeps loving you
Even though it's not right.
I hate the way you don't see him
The way you know you do
But most of a ll, Mr. Pot-Head,
I hate you.
I sit for a moment, anger rising like a great heat in me. I push the poem aside and pull out a fresh parchment.
Dedicated to:
Ron Weasley
I can see you
Like I know he can't
I will hear you
Like I know he won't
I shall know you
Like I know he shan't
Please listen to sense
You have a choice:
Love or indifference
Your opinion I await you to voice
I love you and I won't go away
Not today
Or any other day
The one person who loves you,
Draco Malfoy
Tears dribble down my face and smear the last line of ink. I hear voices outside and panic. I grab the poems, and toss them out the window.
```TBC```
---Ron's POV
"Ron?"
What?
"Ron? Are you listening to me?"
No. No I'm not listening, I don't want to listen and I'm not going to. "Yeah, I'm listening."
"Are you feeling okay?" Hermione has very skeptical eyes. Even when she's worrying.
"I'm okay." But I'm not okay. I'm not okay because Harry is sitting there, talking to that damned Cho Chang, and, Glory Hallelujah! here comes Draco bloody Malfoy.
"Weasley. Granger." I must say, Draco, that I'm surprised you just walked right past us without a single insult. And I daresay that I may be feeling slightly neglected here. I'm sorry, Hermione, but it appears that my invisibility is rubbing off on you. Oh well. You don't seem to notice, though.
I guess that I'll just turn my invisible self right back around and glower at Cho, while Hermione continues to talk at me, her words flying right over my head.
---Draco's POV
I cannot stand to watch you torture Ron any longer Potter, the way you are now.
So, I stand up. I grab my wand. I march right over to you, and that girly of yours and… Continue right past. Ah, well, tomorrow's another day.
In the confines of my dorm I pull out a sheet of parchment and a quill and begin to write.
Dedicated to:
The Wonderful Harry Pot-Head
I snigger slightly at the line, and then continue:
How do I hate thee?
Let me count the ways..
I hate the way you treat him
Like he's not the world
I hate the way you twist him
Like you know what's best
I hate the way you torture him
And make him cry at night
I hate the way he keeps loving you
Even though it's not right.
I hate the way you don't see him
The way you know you do
But most of a ll, Mr. Pot-Head,
I hate you.
I sit for a moment, anger rising like a great heat in me. I push the poem aside and pull out a fresh parchment.
Dedicated to:
Ron Weasley
I can see you
Like I know he can't
I will hear you
Like I know he won't
I shall know you
Like I know he shan't
Please listen to sense
You have a choice:
Love or indifference
Your opinion I await you to voice
I love you and I won't go away
Not today
Or any other day
The one person who loves you,
Draco Malfoy
Tears dribble down my face and smear the last line of ink. I hear voices outside and panic. I grab the poems, and toss them out the window.
```TBC```