Poetry For The One I Loved
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
7
Views:
3,075
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 2
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: Another Friday! Woohoo! To all who were confused about the name Dra-Phoenix, it said
A pureblooded dragon doesn’t mix,
With half a dragon with some phoenix.
Dragon and phoenix.... get it?
Anyways... Sorry it’s so short. I’ll try and make this chapter longer. And I’ll try and update every Friday. Oh remember everything since the first chapter has been the same day.
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As I look up into the night sky,
The dragons that fly so high.
The stars above that form your name,
A constellation much like a game.
Connect the dots to try and find,
The only thing that’s on my mind.
The dragons that will never fall,
A boy much like the dark lord Bhaal.
A proud and young man who cannot see,
Past his joy in others misery.
A dragon who’s fi
The last bit was unfinished. An unfinished poem that he would probably never know how It ended. Draco frowned haughtily. ‘How could they leave it unfinished!’ Draco sighed and jumped suddenly as a plate full of food appeared on his bedside table. He looked at it with disdain. He hadn’t eaten in three days. The days that he’d been there. He was afraid it was poisoned. He had good reason to be. One night when a house elf came to cleanup he force feed it and it died on site. They don’t come to cleanup anymore.
Draco sighed and picked up the plate. He walked over to the window with it, he opened it and dumped it outside. Plate and all. With a crash he closed the window and walked back to the bed. He sat on the edge and faced the door. Sighing, he flopped backwards, landing amongst the covers. He stared up at the ceiling, looking at the design in it. Turning his head into the blankets he caught a glimpse of a word on the last page. ‘...theft.’ Thinking to himself Draco lifted his legs onto the bed and sighed once more. ‘I will not read ahead, but what are you thieving my mystery poet?’ he thought. He picked up the book and turned the page. To his disappointment it was blank. ‘Hm... that’s strange.’ He shrugged mentally and turned the page again and found another poem.
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: Another Friday! Woohoo! To all who were confused about the name Dra-Phoenix, it said
A pureblooded dragon doesn’t mix,
With half a dragon with some phoenix.
Dragon and phoenix.... get it?
Anyways... Sorry it’s so short. I’ll try and make this chapter longer. And I’ll try and update every Friday. Oh remember everything since the first chapter has been the same day.
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As I look up into the night sky,
The dragons that fly so high.
The stars above that form your name,
A constellation much like a game.
Connect the dots to try and find,
The only thing that’s on my mind.
The dragons that will never fall,
A boy much like the dark lord Bhaal.
A proud and young man who cannot see,
Past his joy in others misery.
A dragon who’s fi
The last bit was unfinished. An unfinished poem that he would probably never know how It ended. Draco frowned haughtily. ‘How could they leave it unfinished!’ Draco sighed and jumped suddenly as a plate full of food appeared on his bedside table. He looked at it with disdain. He hadn’t eaten in three days. The days that he’d been there. He was afraid it was poisoned. He had good reason to be. One night when a house elf came to cleanup he force feed it and it died on site. They don’t come to cleanup anymore.
Draco sighed and picked up the plate. He walked over to the window with it, he opened it and dumped it outside. Plate and all. With a crash he closed the window and walked back to the bed. He sat on the edge and faced the door. Sighing, he flopped backwards, landing amongst the covers. He stared up at the ceiling, looking at the design in it. Turning his head into the blankets he caught a glimpse of a word on the last page. ‘...theft.’ Thinking to himself Draco lifted his legs onto the bed and sighed once more. ‘I will not read ahead, but what are you thieving my mystery poet?’ he thought. He picked up the book and turned the page. To his disappointment it was blank. ‘Hm... that’s strange.’ He shrugged mentally and turned the page again and found another poem.