Sunlight ripples on the water,
As I dream of you,
Bright maid astride a wild horse,
Bareback, guiding with knees alone.
Not a harness, simply friendship extended-
My thoughts again circle back to you -
bind me to you, deeper than friendship.
Maddeningly bright, unbreakable bonds.
Breaker of bonds, Shatterer of shackles,
These are ones you shall not break.
Just pure unfiltered thought, Draco Malfoy saw spilled on the page in ink. And yet, it was truth - and that was an exceedingly rare commodity. Rarer so for a Slytherin to indulge in it - Slytherin truths were nearly always painful. It was why people expected lies out of Slytherins - the truths hurt too much to utter. Try telling that to impulsive Gryffindors, who couldn't understand the idea of sculpting a lie - not for your own benefit, but for simple peace. Truths said aloud, uttered boldly, were an invitation to all-out war.
[a/n: A glimpse of sunlight through the gathering clouds. Leave a review!]