Goodnight
Oh, your hair is beautiful. It's like trailing silk between my fingers- white silk. Your eyes are closed and you're lying naked in my arms, exhausted. You're beautiful. But on your chest there's a scar- a long scar that I gave you when I waved my wand and shouted "Sectusempra", not knowing what it would do to you.
I hated you then- fiercely, with all the ugly hatred that wrung out my insides. But I felt pity as well. Because you couldn't kill an old man- there was enough humanity left in you for that. And you were frightened, so my anger dissolved because you were like me- sometimes the expectations were too great.
And somehow, unknowingly somehow, we ended up like this. You, sleeping naked beside me as I gaze at you and stroke your hair. There's a Dark Mark on you arm and fear of Voldemort in your heart, but I still love you because there's darkness in my heart as well, even though it comes from a different source.
There could have been another before you- though at the time I didn't recognise the feelings for what they were. Cedric Diggory, remember? And I thought it was his girlfriend my heart beat so fast for.
But all along, it's really only been you. Who knows; if you hadn't been so arrogant- sorry love, but you were- to begin with, that day in Madam Malkins' shop all those years ago, we could have been like this from the beginning. Perhaps I could have stolen you from your father, stopped you from following in his footsteps.
Never mind. It's no use thinking about what might have happened, because you're here in my arms, just sleeping, just now. We're at peace- there's peace between us, which makes my friends (and probably yours too) uneasy.
We'll die soon, my love. Your betrayal of Voldemort will earn you the same death that Regulus Black received, and if I'm not strong enough (and God knows, I feel weak) to dispose of your Lord and Master, then I'll die too.
But for now, I'll watch you sleep, lying in my arms, the Dark Mark on your arm and the scar on your chest. And I'll love you even to the very end, because you belong to me and I belong to you.
Goodnight, Draco my love.