A/N: no songs for this one. you know i really didn't mean to make little series of one shots for Draco. i think of him as being a strong figure, but always eclipsed and doubting himself when Harry comes into the picture. he always reminds me of snow globes to be truthful.
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He can sit there with no care in the world and thats fine, really it is, its no hardship to let him; hell he can sit pretty, everyone could agree, but he doesn't.
Instead he stands and stalks; sometimes paces or slopes or glides.
He talks, all patient or unquestionable; vaguely, I think for myself, like the leader he is.
expressions are flashed, not able to hide them, and just like his entire being, this has not changed from our school days. his temper has not change either, but i suppose that living with three children and that woman, Weaslette but only in my mind still, can lengthen his fuse as Granger called it not long ago. he pulls himself up and out to do what he needs done, still as self sufficient as always.
he has changed though, but nothing important. quicker to clean faces, of children and friends, he could cast house hold charms much better. his tones of voice hand expanded and his ability to handle crying children and people in general had improved. yet he was still who he was back then. still righteous, still the first to stand up to someone, still the silent observer, still the accepting friend, still the sarcastic prat, still the messy haired leader.
Still the I fell in love with.
I wonder sometimes when we argue, really argue if I screamed out 'I love you'! If he would love me. I wonder if I yelled it if he would turn and run. Sometimes when he can't make it to Grangers and we, Granger and I that is, would call instead. If I could tell him then.
But it's here, him slumped on my shoulder as I wonder, ponder on him that I whisper it.
'I love you...'