Poetry For The One I Loved
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
7
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3,080
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23
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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 6
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: Ya’know, I wrote chapter 4 and 5 on the same day as this chapter. Hmm, maybe I’ll write chapter seven today as well (which is the 28th of October 2007). Remember everything since the first chapter has been the same day.
Draco sighed again; it was not like him to be this depressed. Ever since he read that last poem he still could not get the thought out of his head that Voldemort would, possibly, want his soul.
Draco began to flip through the pages, soon coming to another full poem. This one was rather wordy.
Draco, my darling, you’ve invaded my thoughts.
You’ve become a nagging section of my cranium.
A little buzzing fly in my ear.
An annoyance, to say the least.
Draco, my darkling, why must you plague me so?
Did the Egyptians feel this way?
But of corse a pure-blood would know nothing of Muggle lore.
Of how you are like the plague of locust to my brain.
Draco, my angel, you’ve become a “radio.”
As a continuous song of you flows through my head.
There is not a day that goes by I don’t think of you.
I’ve even paid a few to watch you for me and tell me what you do.
Draco, my devil, this long lines are for you.
Soon I will find out what it is you do.
For you’ve become a nagging section of my cranium,
And without you I could not function.
Draco stared at the pages and slowly drifted into this half-dazed-thought processes.
He was so dazed in fact that his sixth sense didn’t warn him.
“Eh-hem.”
Draco was pulled suddenly out of his thought process, only to see Lucius standing there over his shoulder.
“What. Are you. Reading, Draco?”He seethed.
Draco tried to close the poetry novel, his mind obviously was working just like the teenager he was, trying to hide something after he was caught with it. It promptly appeared in Lucius’ hands.
“How sweet,” his voice dripped with malice, “Someone actually cares for you Draco. Oh dear, well we’ll have to stop this wont we.”
Lucius threw the book at Draco, a very muggle move on his part. Draco ducked just in time.
“Well, you’ll just have to see the Dark Lord earlier, wont you?” He smirked devilishly, well, as devilish as Lucius’ limited facial expressions went.
Despite the fear of his father’s wrath that Draco had born since childhood, his own fury was rising.
“No Father,” he spat.
If you had been there, you would have seen Lucius pale in fury himself. Of coarse, you had to have extraordinary eyesight to see his skin pale further.
He reached for his wand.
Draco, however, had no wand to attack his father with. Therefore he did something rather Muggle. He launched himself at Lucius. Lucius of coarse did not expect this and toppled over with the force of impact rather than Draco’s non existent weight. Lucius’ wand was also knocked under Draco’s bed.
“What now Father?” Draco said before punching his father in the face.
He got three punches in before he was pulled off of Lucius.
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: Ya’know, I wrote chapter 4 and 5 on the same day as this chapter. Hmm, maybe I’ll write chapter seven today as well (which is the 28th of October 2007). Remember everything since the first chapter has been the same day.
Draco sighed again; it was not like him to be this depressed. Ever since he read that last poem he still could not get the thought out of his head that Voldemort would, possibly, want his soul.
Draco began to flip through the pages, soon coming to another full poem. This one was rather wordy.
Draco, my darling, you’ve invaded my thoughts.
You’ve become a nagging section of my cranium.
A little buzzing fly in my ear.
An annoyance, to say the least.
Draco, my darkling, why must you plague me so?
Did the Egyptians feel this way?
But of corse a pure-blood would know nothing of Muggle lore.
Of how you are like the plague of locust to my brain.
Draco, my angel, you’ve become a “radio.”
As a continuous song of you flows through my head.
There is not a day that goes by I don’t think of you.
I’ve even paid a few to watch you for me and tell me what you do.
Draco, my devil, this long lines are for you.
Soon I will find out what it is you do.
For you’ve become a nagging section of my cranium,
And without you I could not function.
Draco stared at the pages and slowly drifted into this half-dazed-thought processes.
He was so dazed in fact that his sixth sense didn’t warn him.
“Eh-hem.”
Draco was pulled suddenly out of his thought process, only to see Lucius standing there over his shoulder.
“What. Are you. Reading, Draco?”He seethed.
Draco tried to close the poetry novel, his mind obviously was working just like the teenager he was, trying to hide something after he was caught with it. It promptly appeared in Lucius’ hands.
“How sweet,” his voice dripped with malice, “Someone actually cares for you Draco. Oh dear, well we’ll have to stop this wont we.”
Lucius threw the book at Draco, a very muggle move on his part. Draco ducked just in time.
“Well, you’ll just have to see the Dark Lord earlier, wont you?” He smirked devilishly, well, as devilish as Lucius’ limited facial expressions went.
Despite the fear of his father’s wrath that Draco had born since childhood, his own fury was rising.
“No Father,” he spat.
If you had been there, you would have seen Lucius pale in fury himself. Of coarse, you had to have extraordinary eyesight to see his skin pale further.
He reached for his wand.
Draco, however, had no wand to attack his father with. Therefore he did something rather Muggle. He launched himself at Lucius. Lucius of coarse did not expect this and toppled over with the force of impact rather than Draco’s non existent weight. Lucius’ wand was also knocked under Draco’s bed.
“What now Father?” Draco said before punching his father in the face.
He got three punches in before he was pulled off of Lucius.