Draco Malfoy Discusses Love.
Love is always patient and kind.
It is never jealous.
Love is never boastful or conceited.
It is never rude or selfish.
It does not take offense.
Love takes no pleasure in other people's sins, but delights in the truth.
It is always ready to excuse, to trust, to hope, and to endure whatever comes.
Well, no offense, whoever wrote that, but that is just about the biggest load of bollocks I have ever heard. Perhaps they where reffering to squirrels or some other ridiculous creature of the like that Potter dreams up in his spare time.
"Love is always patient and kind" - pft, what is this? That Merlin-awful Muggle television show named Teletubbies? Shall we all love, hold hands, wave our purple handbags and frolic with bunnies? Not bloody likely, mate.
For one thing, purple is certainlly not a Malfoy colour.
Patient? How about you try being patient after you've sat in a office all day, discussing Auror tactics with her over there in her little skirt, wand tucked in her hair, biting her lip and your an arms length away from doing it for her. Try being patient when Potter and Weasley finally get out of the room, and all thats left is you, her, and that well positioned photocopying machine. (Which although she did try and explain, it's only use really, is as a Sex Prop.) How can you be patient when you spent nearly seven years trying to pretend that you thought she was beneath you, and that every curl on her head made you want to care.
Love is always jealous. I'm jealous of Scarhead and the way they trade secrets, I'm jealous of Weasley and the way they swap jokes, I'm jealous of her parents that got to spend eleven more years with her than I did. Every morning I wake up, and I'm jealous of her bed sheet, I'm envious of her coffee, I want to kill her shirt.
If love was never boastful or conceited then that seven paged coloured article and front page of the Daily Prophet proclaiming 'Malfoy Weds Muggleborn' was a bit of a waste of time.
If love was never rude or selfish then why is it I love the shape of her arse, and the curve of her leg. Not something you'd admit in polite company is it? Why is it that I'm thankful for every single moment we're together, and greatful for every touch we share?
Where I was brought up it was sinful to love and forbidden for a Pureblood to hold one not-so-similar dear. So really our whole relationship is based on a tragic, delicious sin.
Being in love with Hermione Jane Granger is one giant dare, full of hope trust and a strong belief that we'll endure whatever comes.
So tell me, if this isn't love, what the bloody hell is it?
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Sorry it's so short! It took me about ten minutes after I had a sudden spark of inspiration.
You can probably tell.
Dedicated to the very wonderful Talon, Becky and Lucy. I hope you like it, my fellow Dramione shippers!
It is never jealous.
Love is never boastful or conceited.
It is never rude or selfish.
It does not take offense.
Love takes no pleasure in other people's sins, but delights in the truth.
It is always ready to excuse, to trust, to hope, and to endure whatever comes.
"Love is always patient and kind" - pft, what is this? That Merlin-awful Muggle television show named Teletubbies? Shall we all love, hold hands, wave our purple handbags and frolic with bunnies? Not bloody likely, mate.
For one thing, purple is certainlly not a Malfoy colour.
Patient? How about you try being patient after you've sat in a office all day, discussing Auror tactics with her over there in her little skirt, wand tucked in her hair, biting her lip and your an arms length away from doing it for her. Try being patient when Potter and Weasley finally get out of the room, and all thats left is you, her, and that well positioned photocopying machine. (Which although she did try and explain, it's only use really, is as a Sex Prop.) How can you be patient when you spent nearly seven years trying to pretend that you thought she was beneath you, and that every curl on her head made you want to care.
Love is always jealous. I'm jealous of Scarhead and the way they trade secrets, I'm jealous of Weasley and the way they swap jokes, I'm jealous of her parents that got to spend eleven more years with her than I did. Every morning I wake up, and I'm jealous of her bed sheet, I'm envious of her coffee, I want to kill her shirt.
If love was never boastful or conceited then that seven paged coloured article and front page of the Daily Prophet proclaiming 'Malfoy Weds Muggleborn' was a bit of a waste of time.
If love was never rude or selfish then why is it I love the shape of her arse, and the curve of her leg. Not something you'd admit in polite company is it? Why is it that I'm thankful for every single moment we're together, and greatful for every touch we share?
Where I was brought up it was sinful to love and forbidden for a Pureblood to hold one not-so-similar dear. So really our whole relationship is based on a tragic, delicious sin.
Being in love with Hermione Jane Granger is one giant dare, full of hope trust and a strong belief that we'll endure whatever comes.
So tell me, if this isn't love, what the bloody hell is it?
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Sorry it's so short! It took me about ten minutes after I had a sudden spark of inspiration.
You can probably tell.
Dedicated to the very wonderful Talon, Becky and Lucy. I hope you like it, my fellow Dramione shippers!