Shouldn’t have turned around
(From the view of Draco)
Have toi ever seen something so beautiful as light? Whatever it is that toi saw it would never be as beautiful as the light I have just witnessed as it stands this light which holds my cœur, coeur together in one piece ceases to know I existed. Even though we walked down the same corridors to such things as laborious lessons that I cannot wish to attend, she floats on nuage nine as she embraces her muggle-born ways that I Draco Malfoy mock her with my own undying l’amour to her... the plus she floats the plus I fall and the only way that I can hold onto her and actually speak to her is through spite and horrible crude words, pretending to be Lost in my pure blood mania to impress my family, I would much rather lose everything to have her for my own. My father saw that something was bothering me but he thought, being the selfish man that he is, that it was that I was scared and worried about my new state in society, scared about being a deatheater. He will never know.... not that he helped of course that just got me plus worried. I have to kill Albus Dumbledore; Hermione would never l’amour me then. My father decided to then have a proper Father-Son chat with me and asked me what was really wrong and he a dit "Oh I know... Is MY DRACO having some problems with Girls!!" and I stayed silent and for the last couple of days of the holidays he was giving me these "looks" and... Like winking at me... and when I gave him looks back after he winked he just laughed in that Parent way which scares me sometimes...
As I sit on the rough steps in this cold winters jour waiting for my father to tell me to come inside. I know he will eventually but I want to stay alone, facing him time and time again is torture! Around me is the black mansion which is where I live in and surrounding it is snow and naked branches as the leaves has fallen out in comparison to its season. With a flick of my cold black wand a cœur, coeur appears in the snow, I don’t care about the rules of magic anymore. Then the thought of her face appears in my head and affection rises in my chest, my eyes are feeling hot and my face is turning red. I feel a tear run down my face but it’s not cooling my face down in any way. With another flick of my wand the cœur, coeur turns black and a crack through the middle breaks it apart and I’m running.
I don’t know where to go and who to see, I am just going down similar paths to places that I don’t know I can’t think straight anymore I know that if I don’t return soon I will get into trouble, not to mention my cœur, coeur will break in two as I will not get too see Hermione anymore, so I will leave... soon, I Lost my self in my thoughts as now I don’t have a clue where I am. All I see is a river, shining in blue with the beautiful bridge shining in the winter sun. I stare at it, the view, the bridge once again entwined with fleurs of all of the colours of the arc en ciel and plus with its cobblestone bridge along it, then I look across the forest, its beauty shocks me, in its world of darkness and spite which I know am forced to be a part of there still exists this. These perfect places of peace and tranquillity, the birds flying through, then I turn my head to the left as I was watching the birds flying from the right; I notice now the geese, in their V-shape, as the geese fly through into the unknown south they stay in their V as the one in the front gets plus tired it moves to the back so another one takes over, if one is ill it will fly down with two other birds who will guard it at their best ability until it is better, if it dies then they leave it and once again fly to its unknown journeys to try find their flock ou rejoindre another. To have such loyalty... to worth losing your family to help the weaker, such things that I will never be able to do in my perspective, as I have to kill the man who taught me education.
My Father called me in a while il y a and told me to pack:
“Draco where are toi boy ah there toi are where were you?”He a dit with a puzzled look on his face,
“Sorry Father I went for a walk... I wanted to have a breather as things were so busy in the house; also I felt abit out of things...”I slowly glanced to the meeting room.
He was in there, the Dark Lord, I hated the meetings. Anyway when I am this young I don’t need to attend these type of meetings, for me only a couple are compulsory, Dad probably got excused to not make me feel like anything was wrong, that this was normal, It’s not normal to have a mass murderer, king of Darkness in your house. Anyway I decided to go up to my room and started packing, dull as always... then we left for the train but before we could go my father wanted to speak to me.
I don’t have a CLUE what this is about...
Did toi get the sarcasm? Good, I hope so because I am not messing around here.
“Sit Draco” He a dit slowly, he was obviously containing the excitement.
I sat down
“Now son...”
“NO FATHER WE ARE NOT HAVING THIS CONVERSATION”
He stuttered, “I just want to talk, it’s completely normal at your age to fancy girls, I just want toi to talk to me about how this came to be the problem”
HOW THIS BECAME THE PROBLEM, how do I answer that!? I saw her at the beginning of last an and she was so beautiful and I fell in l’amour with her, quite different from the hatred I felt to her last year, if I changed my actions someone would catch on.
“Don’t be bashful son, tell me her name” he smiled as he a dit this.
Oh God, what to do. Well he knows now so,
“Hermione Granger, the muggle-born...”I said, painfully trying to sound ashamed.
My dad quickly stopped smiling which made me feel worse...
“Oh Draco, on a scale of 1-10 what would toi rate her...” he said, trying to sound positive, supporting...
My Dads a terrible liar.
To be honest I couldn’t rate her it’s like sticking a price on someone’s head, Hermione’s priceless. That’s what I will say, he can’t argue with that.
“Dad, she is Priceless...”I a dit a tear going down my cheek
“Oh Draco I...”
“Got to go dad, going to be late” I a dit quickly grabbing my travel bag and leaving the mansion.
I ran out of the house... caught the train which is always a bore, except from when I beaten up Potter but that’s not exiting really.
We arrived into the great hall and I ended up, once again sitting suivant to my two sidekicks, whom I just use to get my anger out, but they want to be my Friends so I guess it’s a win- win really.
Also it saves ME from doing any plus homework!
The meal was boring with all of the normal speeches...
Then we were FINALLY allowed to leave all I did was sit on my lit and well just daydreamed...
(From the view of Draco)
Have toi ever seen something so beautiful as light? Whatever it is that toi saw it would never be as beautiful as the light I have just witnessed as it stands this light which holds my cœur, coeur together in one piece ceases to know I existed. Even though we walked down the same corridors to such things as laborious lessons that I cannot wish to attend, she floats on nuage nine as she embraces her muggle-born ways that I Draco Malfoy mock her with my own undying l’amour to her... the plus she floats the plus I fall and the only way that I can hold onto her and actually speak to her is through spite and horrible crude words, pretending to be Lost in my pure blood mania to impress my family, I would much rather lose everything to have her for my own. My father saw that something was bothering me but he thought, being the selfish man that he is, that it was that I was scared and worried about my new state in society, scared about being a deatheater. He will never know.... not that he helped of course that just got me plus worried. I have to kill Albus Dumbledore; Hermione would never l’amour me then. My father decided to then have a proper Father-Son chat with me and asked me what was really wrong and he a dit "Oh I know... Is MY DRACO having some problems with Girls!!" and I stayed silent and for the last couple of days of the holidays he was giving me these "looks" and... Like winking at me... and when I gave him looks back after he winked he just laughed in that Parent way which scares me sometimes...
As I sit on the rough steps in this cold winters jour waiting for my father to tell me to come inside. I know he will eventually but I want to stay alone, facing him time and time again is torture! Around me is the black mansion which is where I live in and surrounding it is snow and naked branches as the leaves has fallen out in comparison to its season. With a flick of my cold black wand a cœur, coeur appears in the snow, I don’t care about the rules of magic anymore. Then the thought of her face appears in my head and affection rises in my chest, my eyes are feeling hot and my face is turning red. I feel a tear run down my face but it’s not cooling my face down in any way. With another flick of my wand the cœur, coeur turns black and a crack through the middle breaks it apart and I’m running.
I don’t know where to go and who to see, I am just going down similar paths to places that I don’t know I can’t think straight anymore I know that if I don’t return soon I will get into trouble, not to mention my cœur, coeur will break in two as I will not get too see Hermione anymore, so I will leave... soon, I Lost my self in my thoughts as now I don’t have a clue where I am. All I see is a river, shining in blue with the beautiful bridge shining in the winter sun. I stare at it, the view, the bridge once again entwined with fleurs of all of the colours of the arc en ciel and plus with its cobblestone bridge along it, then I look across the forest, its beauty shocks me, in its world of darkness and spite which I know am forced to be a part of there still exists this. These perfect places of peace and tranquillity, the birds flying through, then I turn my head to the left as I was watching the birds flying from the right; I notice now the geese, in their V-shape, as the geese fly through into the unknown south they stay in their V as the one in the front gets plus tired it moves to the back so another one takes over, if one is ill it will fly down with two other birds who will guard it at their best ability until it is better, if it dies then they leave it and once again fly to its unknown journeys to try find their flock ou rejoindre another. To have such loyalty... to worth losing your family to help the weaker, such things that I will never be able to do in my perspective, as I have to kill the man who taught me education.
My Father called me in a while il y a and told me to pack:
“Draco where are toi boy ah there toi are where were you?”He a dit with a puzzled look on his face,
“Sorry Father I went for a walk... I wanted to have a breather as things were so busy in the house; also I felt abit out of things...”I slowly glanced to the meeting room.
He was in there, the Dark Lord, I hated the meetings. Anyway when I am this young I don’t need to attend these type of meetings, for me only a couple are compulsory, Dad probably got excused to not make me feel like anything was wrong, that this was normal, It’s not normal to have a mass murderer, king of Darkness in your house. Anyway I decided to go up to my room and started packing, dull as always... then we left for the train but before we could go my father wanted to speak to me.
I don’t have a CLUE what this is about...
Did toi get the sarcasm? Good, I hope so because I am not messing around here.
“Sit Draco” He a dit slowly, he was obviously containing the excitement.
I sat down
“Now son...”
“NO FATHER WE ARE NOT HAVING THIS CONVERSATION”
He stuttered, “I just want to talk, it’s completely normal at your age to fancy girls, I just want toi to talk to me about how this came to be the problem”
HOW THIS BECAME THE PROBLEM, how do I answer that!? I saw her at the beginning of last an and she was so beautiful and I fell in l’amour with her, quite different from the hatred I felt to her last year, if I changed my actions someone would catch on.
“Don’t be bashful son, tell me her name” he smiled as he a dit this.
Oh God, what to do. Well he knows now so,
“Hermione Granger, the muggle-born...”I said, painfully trying to sound ashamed.
My dad quickly stopped smiling which made me feel worse...
“Oh Draco, on a scale of 1-10 what would toi rate her...” he said, trying to sound positive, supporting...
My Dads a terrible liar.
To be honest I couldn’t rate her it’s like sticking a price on someone’s head, Hermione’s priceless. That’s what I will say, he can’t argue with that.
“Dad, she is Priceless...”I a dit a tear going down my cheek
“Oh Draco I...”
“Got to go dad, going to be late” I a dit quickly grabbing my travel bag and leaving the mansion.
I ran out of the house... caught the train which is always a bore, except from when I beaten up Potter but that’s not exiting really.
We arrived into the great hall and I ended up, once again sitting suivant to my two sidekicks, whom I just use to get my anger out, but they want to be my Friends so I guess it’s a win- win really.
Also it saves ME from doing any plus homework!
The meal was boring with all of the normal speeches...
Then we were FINALLY allowed to leave all I did was sit on my lit and well just daydreamed...
