He was the hott guy. Silver-eyed and blond headed, he was tall and muscular. The young man's skin was soft and smooth, a subtle tan tone but otherwise void of any color. He always wore a nonchalant façade, emotion hidden even from his eyes. His voice was deep and melodic; hearts melted every time he spoke. The gentleman was a sweet-talker who wound his way into everyone's heart. Girls wanted to be with him and the guys wanted to be him. He had everything and everything was going for him. He was the epitome of heartthrob. The one everybody loved.
Flawless and handsome. Perfect in everyway. Wanted by all, hated by none.
Or almost everyone. She never liked him or paid him that much attention. Ever. Granted that he had been an asshole to her during school, making fun of her for everything-literally. Her looks, her family, her friends, her grades (even though they were better than his own), her clothes, the way she said something-everything. Draco Malfoy had seen the way his words affected her and it pained him to see her so… defeated. Against his cruel intellect and his cold demeanor, she was powerless. No matter what she said or did, he always had to one up her. Always. It was a game he played with himself; a rule set by his father.
Mocking and cruel, the hurt he caused was not deserv'd.
He had never wanted to hurt her, never wanted to make her cry. But he wasn't allowed anything that he wanted. Never given a choice. Everything was just dumped in his lap and he was expected to know what to do. There was no love, no pride nor joy. It was all a public image; keep him in his place. Obey the rules-you have no choice. Obey the rules, or by tomorrow you'll have no voice.
Mask the hurt, shut the door. Build a wall, human no more.
Nothing to gain, everything to lose. The hurt inside, to far to be undone. An intelligent brain crippled by the emotional pain. Would he never escape, he was already gone. Spirit broken, a lifeless token. An angel, he saw, the Devil's, he was. She was sent from above; at last he knew unmarked love. But his mask set in place; his heart full of hate. His first words just sealed his Fate. He knew it now. If he could he would, change it all. She could've broken him free, set him on wings. If only he'd been nice. If only he had said some kinder things.
The saint inside slips to no more, locked away behind a door.
She could've broken him free, set him on wings. If only he had said some nicer things.