Poetry For The One I Loved
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
7
Views:
3,074
Reviews:
23
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 1
Title: Poetry For The One I Loved
Rating: R for right now.
Summery: Draco has received a book of poems from who? He has no clue! Apparently they have loved him since they laid eyes on his beautiful blonde hair and his eyes that are full of despise. But who is it?! He thinks he’ll know by the end of the book. If not then when? POST HBP, SPOILERS!
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and crew, the lovely J.K. Rowling does. All of the people and places are copyrighted to her, I just own the poetry and the idea in this story.
Note: In honor of Friday the 13th, and me taking my science SOL today XD
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Silver eyes that pierce the night.
Walks with grace much like a knight.
Blonde hair just like the sun.
Which warms my heart much like a loved one.
Skin as white and fair as cream.
I know you are much more than what you seem.
The dragon of my heart.
A beauty more perfect than art.
But like a dragon absorbed with itself,
You cannot see past your wealth.
A pureblooded dragon doesn’t mix,
With half a dragon with some phoenix.
But this dra-phoenix does know,
That dragons can cause much sorrow.
And he wishes that the dragon would care,
That the dra-phoenix knows how to ensnare.
So with this warning in your mind,
This dra-phoenix does go after half it’s kind.
And if the dragon doesn’t detect it,
This dra-phoenixes love he will admit.
Draco stared down at the poem. The only word that was in his mind was Wow. Who could like him this much? Not even his own parents felt for him, not even a little bit. Pansy kinda did, but she was a whore in his mind. But who would ever like him like this? This emotion was alien to him, like a fish on land. Draco sighed and laid the book, still open, beside him. He got up and passed to the window. He stared up at the moon. Unbidden, the first line of the poem popped into his mind. ‘Silver eyes that pierce the night.’. He shook his head trying to clear his thought. With another sigh he walked back to the bed, picked up the book and turned the page.
Rating: R for right now.
Summery: Draco has received a book of poems from who? He has no clue! Apparently they have loved him since they laid eyes on his beautiful blonde hair and his eyes that are full of despise. But who is it?! He thinks he’ll know by the end of the book. If not then when? POST HBP, SPOILERS!
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and crew, the lovely J.K. Rowling does. All of the people and places are copyrighted to her, I just own the poetry and the idea in this story.
Note: In honor of Friday the 13th, and me taking my science SOL today XD
Read and Review!
Silver eyes that pierce the night.
Walks with grace much like a knight.
Blonde hair just like the sun.
Which warms my heart much like a loved one.
Skin as white and fair as cream.
I know you are much more than what you seem.
The dragon of my heart.
A beauty more perfect than art.
But like a dragon absorbed with itself,
You cannot see past your wealth.
A pureblooded dragon doesn’t mix,
With half a dragon with some phoenix.
But this dra-phoenix does know,
That dragons can cause much sorrow.
And he wishes that the dragon would care,
That the dra-phoenix knows how to ensnare.
So with this warning in your mind,
This dra-phoenix does go after half it’s kind.
And if the dragon doesn’t detect it,
This dra-phoenixes love he will admit.
Draco stared down at the poem. The only word that was in his mind was Wow. Who could like him this much? Not even his own parents felt for him, not even a little bit. Pansy kinda did, but she was a whore in his mind. But who would ever like him like this? This emotion was alien to him, like a fish on land. Draco sighed and laid the book, still open, beside him. He got up and passed to the window. He stared up at the moon. Unbidden, the first line of the poem popped into his mind. ‘Silver eyes that pierce the night.’. He shook his head trying to clear his thought. With another sigh he walked back to the bed, picked up the book and turned the page.