I just would tell you this in person but last time I did you tried to hex the bollox off me (prat).
I really didn't mean to cut you up in the bathroom! I swear I had no idea that the spell would do that!! Besides, you were about to use an unforgivable so it's not like I'm the only one at fault.
And err, whatever you've gotten stuck with you should probably get help with it. It's just unreal to see YOU cry. I can't even tell my friends about it, no one would believe it. And you look like shite these days.
This is NOT a loveletter you prat!
Maybe you should learn not to run around casting spells whose effects you don't know, hm Potter? I still have a scar from that day, you know. Even after the healing, it's faint, but it's still there. Oh look, you're trying to pass the blame off on me? Typical self righteous Gryffindor, right? And, well, at least /I/ can cast an unforgivable. I wasn't bloody crying! It was...erm... It was just the water I had splashed on my face, you prat. Malfoys never cry! And you better not tell your little gang of misfits about that, Potter. And please, /I/ look like shite? Maybe I should get you a mirror so you can see how /you/ look.
You open your eyes but only see darkness,try to move your hands but they are bound, as are your feet..you can hear soft breathing behind you, and the provocative clicking of heels on the floor...
they grow closer and the breathing grows louder, you smell the lustful scent of roses as they move closer.. breathing into your ear, a woman's soft voice whispers "happy valentine's day...", her warm breath sends shivers down your spine, she slides into your lap, and unties your hands.. your fingers wander up her legs, carressing her silk skin, your hand finds her breasts..and she takes a deep breath.. this is a happy valentines day.
Oh my... I'm not sure if I should thank you, buy you dinner first or wonder why I was tied up in the first place. Maybe all of the above?
Happiness is something everyone has.
Even the coldest of hearts, like that of the Dark Lord, can share some happiness, Draco.
That might be, Muse, but why are you so concerned about my happiness?
Why do you care so much that it is what you would see in the mirror?
Wouldn't money, fame, or anything along those lines be more important to you than something as trivial as /my/ happiness?
What about your own happiness?
Oh Draco my darling
Oh Draco my dear
I have said to much already
I love you forever
Don't forget that its true
But I know in my heart
I'm not good enough for you
I once spoke to Harry
I led him to you
In that film he saved your life
Don't deny that its true
So you may have guessed it
So its time I be gone
I wait in the tower
Your ever loving Anon
You spoke to Harry?
The same year he saved my life?
So it was Seventh year.
Who spoke to Potter seventh year...
And you led him to me?
I can almost figure it out but...
Perhaps not having slept in nearly two days has slowed my mind...
I'll meet you, though I must admit that I haven't quite figured you out yet.
cat_smilies/icon_ninja.gif Heart-shaped silver-wrapped chocolates drop into your hand from above, and you catch a fleeting glimpse of a black tail disappearing across the rooftops. "Happy Valentines Day, Draco," reaches you as barely a whisper on the wind. cat_smilies/icon_ninja.gif
They call me The Grey Lady
They call me a freak
They say that Im scary
Because I dont speak
But you my dear Malfoy
Have never said a word
In anger or kindness
About me that Ive heard
Your ever loving Anon
No. Ive never said anything about you.
Especially anything bad.
Why would I ever have any reason to say something bad about you?