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Title: He never cared.
By: Genki
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Cool grey eyes,
Pale blond hair,
A small smirk,
That's always there.
He looked so innocent,
While I sat and stared.
But I know the truth,
That he never cared.
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Ginny sighed as she closed the book she just found, her sixth year book of poems, not that they had improved since second year. At least she never sent it to her Draco. She sighed again, her Draco, not that he was ever his.
Two years after she had graduated the Dark Lord attacked. Taking everyone who refused to fallow with. There was only a small resistance, lead by non other than Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy. He became a spy just as Snape. More clever and cunning then the old potions professor, Snape had been killed in her fifth year. Draco had never been caught until the last battle, killed by his father's own hand, taking a curse meant for Harry. The last words that graced his lips were, to be a hero.
The world needed a hero, Harry Potter, who ever since he was little came out on top, no matter the circumstance. The world had no need for a Draco Malfoy; their family had always been evil. And now Draco was a rat, a mole, and a traitor to his whole family.
And yet she loved Draco, watched him from afar. Studied him, Ginny knew he wasn't evil you could see it in his eyes. But the say loves is blind, and maybe she was too. She supposed he knew that he watched her, but he didn't care. She was just another girl that pined for him. But who wouldn't, he was good locking, smart, cunning and clever. He never took and thing for granted.
Draco Malfoy, he never cared, and he was hers.
Title: He never cared.
By: Genki
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Cool grey eyes,
Pale blond hair,
A small smirk,
That's always there.
He looked so innocent,
While I sat and stared.
But I know the truth,
That he never cared.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Ginny sighed as she closed the book she just found, her sixth year book of poems, not that they had improved since second year. At least she never sent it to her Draco. She sighed again, her Draco, not that he was ever his.
Two years after she had graduated the Dark Lord attacked. Taking everyone who refused to fallow with. There was only a small resistance, lead by non other than Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy. He became a spy just as Snape. More clever and cunning then the old potions professor, Snape had been killed in her fifth year. Draco had never been caught until the last battle, killed by his father's own hand, taking a curse meant for Harry. The last words that graced his lips were, to be a hero.
The world needed a hero, Harry Potter, who ever since he was little came out on top, no matter the circumstance. The world had no need for a Draco Malfoy; their family had always been evil. And now Draco was a rat, a mole, and a traitor to his whole family.
And yet she loved Draco, watched him from afar. Studied him, Ginny knew he wasn't evil you could see it in his eyes. But the say loves is blind, and maybe she was too. She supposed he knew that he watched her, but he didn't care. She was just another girl that pined for him. But who wouldn't, he was good locking, smart, cunning and clever. He never took and thing for granted.
Draco Malfoy, he never cared, and he was hers.