Poetry For The One I Loved
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
7
Views:
3,079
Reviews:
23
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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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 5
Title: Poetry for The One I Loved
Rating: T 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: I’m starting to think that this story will only have 4 more chapters (including this one) so it will have a total of 7chapters, a prologue and an epilogue. Remember everything since the first chapter has been the same day.
“Draco,” Lucius Malfoy basically spat out the name of his only child.
“Father,” Draco said with the same contempt, “Snape,” he stated with just an ounce more of respect.
Snape only nodded.
“Draco, do you know why we are here?” His father asked.
Draco wisely remained silent. He knew his father, if Lucius had pulled himself away from some other of the Dark Lord’s tasks for him, it was rather important.
“You need to get ready; it is suspected that The Dark Lord will call for you soon.”
That was all the explanation he gave the teenager, because with that, the two disapartereated.
Draco flopped back down on his pillows, fighting a scream of protest. He did not want to see that reptile who called himself a wizard. With a sigh of argument, he reached his hand under the pillow that was beneath his head and pulled out the book again. Flipping through to find the page again he growled to himself, ‘I refuse to see him.’ Draco opened the tome and once more smoothed out the pages before he read the script.
I’m beginning to see you less and less,
A misfired attraction that I’m beginning to miss.
I wonder what a normal muggle would do,
If they had to face this rejection from you.
I’ve slowly started to come from my shell,
And then I was thrown back into the well.
A Dark One has began to rise again,
And dark times fallow this man.
I’m hoping that you are not on his side,
For if thou are, you cannot hide.
This Devil, my Angel, is not a matron,
For your soul will only better his station.
My Angel, my dear, I hope you’ve sold not,
For if your soul is gone, you I’ve forgot.
My Angel, my dear, my dragon, my crush,
For if you’re allegiance can be won, maybe you I can trust.
Draco’s face had paled. ‘Maybe that’s what he wants, maybe he wants my soul,’ Draco thought with a shudder ‘No, that’s only my imagination running wild.’ However much Draco tried to push that thought away from his mind, the more it re-entered.
Did Voldemort want his soul?
Rating: T 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: I’m starting to think that this story will only have 4 more chapters (including this one) so it will have a total of 7chapters, a prologue and an epilogue. Remember everything since the first chapter has been the same day.
“Draco,” Lucius Malfoy basically spat out the name of his only child.
“Father,” Draco said with the same contempt, “Snape,” he stated with just an ounce more of respect.
Snape only nodded.
“Draco, do you know why we are here?” His father asked.
Draco wisely remained silent. He knew his father, if Lucius had pulled himself away from some other of the Dark Lord’s tasks for him, it was rather important.
“You need to get ready; it is suspected that The Dark Lord will call for you soon.”
That was all the explanation he gave the teenager, because with that, the two disapartereated.
Draco flopped back down on his pillows, fighting a scream of protest. He did not want to see that reptile who called himself a wizard. With a sigh of argument, he reached his hand under the pillow that was beneath his head and pulled out the book again. Flipping through to find the page again he growled to himself, ‘I refuse to see him.’ Draco opened the tome and once more smoothed out the pages before he read the script.
I’m beginning to see you less and less,
A misfired attraction that I’m beginning to miss.
I wonder what a normal muggle would do,
If they had to face this rejection from you.
I’ve slowly started to come from my shell,
And then I was thrown back into the well.
A Dark One has began to rise again,
And dark times fallow this man.
I’m hoping that you are not on his side,
For if thou are, you cannot hide.
This Devil, my Angel, is not a matron,
For your soul will only better his station.
My Angel, my dear, I hope you’ve sold not,
For if your soul is gone, you I’ve forgot.
My Angel, my dear, my dragon, my crush,
For if you’re allegiance can be won, maybe you I can trust.
Draco’s face had paled. ‘Maybe that’s what he wants, maybe he wants my soul,’ Draco thought with a shudder ‘No, that’s only my imagination running wild.’ However much Draco tried to push that thought away from his mind, the more it re-entered.
Did Voldemort want his soul?