A/N: Tra la la, I'm meeting up with my boyfriend tomorrow. Yay! [claps hands in joy]. But yes, this isn't about me meeting up with my boyfriend, this is about this story fiction thinger. This is a poetry fic that I came up with a while ago. I hope you enjoy it, and review. So … yeah. Review. Please. Pretty please?
Disclaimer: I don't own Draco Malfoy. Sigh … he is not my own creation (unfortunately), so I can't make him do naughty things with Harry Potter in broom closets … oh, wait a second, I can! Haha! But, dear readers, do not worry, this fic has nothing to do with Draco shagging Harry in a broom closet. Anyway, I don't own Draco, I am just borrowing him.
Warnings: A bit of cursing, child abuse, blood.
Forgive
Power and jewels for me you buy,
You want my forgiveness; you try and try,
A beautiful bed; a beautiful home,
All the things I need – even a telephone
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But Father, did you think I would be quick
To forget
The blue and green marks you left along
My neck?
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A Firebolt, a ThunderStar,
A muggle bike, a muggle car,
'Whatever you want,' you always say,
As if your presents make my day
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But Father, did you think it would
Slip my memory
The red welts in my wrists from when you
Shackled me?
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An antique piano and desk,
A beautifully hand-carved chest,
Teachers who never fail me,
You believe this will save me
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But Father, did you think that I
Wouldn't remember
The blood on my back from
Last December?
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House-elves who tidy up my room,
It gets messy all too soon;
You constantly move things around,
And observe the difference without a sound
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But Father, did you think that it would
Slip my mind
The way I bled as you
Wined and dined?
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The finest food
Anyone ever could
Find in the world,
Worth more than Potter's gold
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But Father, did you think that I would
Ever stop reminiscing
How I screamed at you to stop, stop, stop,
Stop your kissing?
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Expensive floors, expensive tiles,
So many presents, I don't like your style,
You think you can buy my forgiveness with money,
The hell, do you think that this is fucking funny?
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Really, Father,
Did you think that I would be so quick to forgive?
How can I, because remember;
You didn't let me live.
End.