A/N: This is a poem about Draco Malfoy and his tight green leather
trousers. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything. I read this poem off another site but I
don't remember who wrote it. So if you see a poem similar to this one.
Just don't sue me. All credits go to person who wrote the original one and
JKR.

We sat cuddled up on the leather couch positioned directly in front of the fireplace.
The couch kept complaining loudly that I got all the fun being so close to your tight yummy bottom.
Both of us held something close. You held a mug of cocoa and I held onto your legs.
That annoying jerk of a shirt wouldnt let go of your abs though!
THEY'RE FOR ME TO HOLD ONTO!
Through the window I could see the white flakes of snow floating gently down.
I really hoped that it was snow...and not flakes of skin that had been falling off of dried skin.
I TOLD YOU NOT TO SIT CLOSE TO THE FIRE.
You curled up as if the warmth I gave you wasn't enough.
Your head came to rest on me, as you laid it on your knee, you sighed and said, "Tell me a secret."
Your head is delectable. Your cheeks are delicious.
I looked up and back DOWN at you questioningly. "A secret?"
"Yes," you replied, "About yourself. Something not many people know."
I closed my fly, hoping he wasn't about to announce the "secret"
Opening them, I stared pensively into the fire poker, as if for inspiration.
In that instant, I suddenly realized I was a sadomaniac.
Then I turned to look at you. My hand came up to caress your CHEEK.
I grinned evily to myself and shoved the zipper up your - - -.