I look out into the clear night sky,
And all I can think of is you.
You flash just like a firefly.
Out in the midnight blue.
In this dun world, you gleam.
Like a particularly fanciful dream.
How is it possible that you are so gay?
You make me wonder why I've not faded away...
Your bright smile lights my life.
Even as you run towards strife.
Some people are crusaders born.
Others must stand with heads unshorn.
That last was a subtle reference towards the Crusades, Draco Malfoy thought, as he folded up the missive. Hermione Granger often seemed a world away - not just in distance, but in outlook and disposition. Draco Malfoy was inclined towards dark moods and shadowy thoughts that drifted around him. Hermione Granger often seemed - to just sparkle, like her logic - bright and clear and full of... justice. Justice wasn't a concept Draco Malfoy was familiar with - it was an odd fit for Slytherin, where rules were bent and occasionally, carefully broken. Draco thought he lived in a world filled with all the shades of grey that Hermione Granger never really seemed to see. Neither did her best friends, to be fair.
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