Everyday I look around,
Seems that no one is ever satisfied.
Could it be, that underneath,
We've all got something to hide?
From the moment we arrive,
we want to fill the space inside,
We all need to feel alive.
If it's love that keeps us breathing,
It gives us something to beleive in,
Is it fear that makes us blind?
Tell me, Why is love so hard to find?
If we hear so much about it,
And we can't go on without it,
Let the mystery unwind...
Tell me, Why is love so hard to find?
Don't you know I'm never gonna give up,
'Til I find the love?
I'll be searchin' the whole world over,
to find my one true love.
"Wow Red, That's good."
Ginny looked up to find a pair of peircing murcury eyes reading over her shoulder. She glared into them.
"What do you want Malferret?"
"OH! I"M HURT!" He put his hand to his heart mockingly. "What makes you think i want something? Why can't I just visit?"
"Um, Isn't that one of the 'Age old Malfoy Rules?" Ginny smirked at her next response. "Malfoy Rule Number 768. Malfoys never visit Weasleys."
"Actually, that's rule number 912."
Ginny's eyes widened. She was just kidding. Was he serious?
"Red, I'm just joking. Oh yeah. Malfoy rules number 46. Malfoys don't joke. Ok.. that is getting old fast."
"Well, what do you want?"
"I just came in to see who was in here. I didn't recognize you from behind. So I came to see what you were doing." And then I recognized your sent. Vanilla and Cinnamin "Uh, and then I recognized your book. It's allittle tattered." whew. Close save
"Huh. Well I guess you can leave me and my 'tattered' poetry book alone, and go find someone else to bother." Draco then sat down.
"No Red, I don't think I will. I like it right here. How about you write some more poetry though. It's really good."
"You think so?"
"Yes, And I know good poetry when I see it."
"Ok, well, I'll write more if you don't talk."
"Deal... Only if I can Read it when you are done" He pulled his most charming Malfoy Smile.
(A/N: Sorry it's so short. I'm :yawn:really really :yawn: tired. OOOOH And the 'poem' above is 'Why is love so hard to find?' by Jesse McCartney.)
Disclaimer: NO, unfortunatly I don't own one sexy little son of a deatheater Draco 'malferret', or any other of the wonderful world of Harry Potter. That belongs to the awesomely creative J.K. Rowling.
