Love pities us
It worries of how we may fuss
It see we cannot be together
At least not always or forever
Love mocks us
It leaves us in the dust
It toys with our emotions
When there's not enough devotion
Love dies in us
It evaporates after it becomes lust
When it feels it cannot survive
Love will finally be deprived
Hate plays with us
It's the one that made us fuss
It grows and grows
While we become foes
Hate is our salvation
Hate brought us to our designation
Love couldn't bring us there
Maybe hate will end our despair
Hate is our connection
Though love is hidden in our rejection
Hate will make us strive
Forever hate is alive
Dear Draco (or is it Malfoy?),
I too miss the love sometimes.
You're mysterious.
The hatred your eyes cast is only a mask.
Your icy-blue eyes are not cold,
They're as warm as spring sunlight.
Your white-golden hair is of the angels.
And your well-toned body…
Mmm!
I look at you and think:
'How much you've been blessed';
But you've also been cursed.
I pity the life you've lived.
I know you hate me to do so,
But if hate is to keep us alive I must do so.
You're misunderstood by others.
Your hatred is not of you,
But of Lucius Malfoy.
You've lived a life of cruelty;
And to survive you must feed others that cruelty.
I pity you Mr. Malfoy
I know it's a reason you hate me.
It's also a reason why I hat you.
You made me fall in love with you,
But now I can't even show it.
You did not defend our love.
So I despise you,
Yet I love you.
sigh
My pity is not wasted on you.
To make sense of this I came to the conclusin:
I love to hate you Draco Malfoy!
…love to hate you…
xoxox, Hermione J. Granger