"How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I love thee to the level of every day's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right.
I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death."
He recited, with the same passion as if he was on a stage. He was performing to us all, Hogwarts, Beauxbaton, Durmstrang, all of the teachers, except for one that hadn't shown his face much recently.
We were all captivated by him.
All eyes and ears were pulled to him.
I couldn't believe it, it's like I had stepped out of my life and into a romcom.
My eyes welled up with tears.
It was so beautiful.
He looked at me, he hadn't finished.
"Sous le pont Mirabeau coule la Seine
Et nos amours
Faut-il qu'il m'en souvienne
La joie venait toujours après la peine
Vienne la nuit sonne l'heure
Les jours s'en vont je demeure
Les mains dans les mains restons face à face
Tandis que sous
Le pont de nos bras passe
Des éternels regards l'onde si lasse
Vienne la nuit sonne l'heure
Les jours s'en vont je demeure
L'amour s'en va comme cette eau courante
L'amour s'en va
Comme la vie est lente
Et comme l'Espérance est violente
Vienne la nuit sonne l'heure
Les jours s'en vont je demeure
Passent les jours et passent les semaines
Ni temps passé
Ni les amours reviennent
Sous le pont Mirabeau coule la Seine
Vienne la nuit sonne l'heure
Les jours s'en vont je demeure"
He said in perfect french.
I felt the air around me be sucked out of the room.
He had never been more beautiful than he was right now, standing on that table, demanding every spec of attention in the room.
His hair was perfectly styled and his silver necklace caught the sun ever so carefully.
No one else could see it, but I knew Anguis was tucked up in his robes somewhere.
"Es liegt der heiße Sommer
Auf deinen Wängelein;
Es liegt der Winter, der kalte,
In deinem Herzchen klein.
Das wird sich bei dir ändern,
Du Vielgeliebte mein!
Der Winter wird auf den Wangen,
Der Sommer im Herzen sein"
He was showing off now, but I loved every second of it.
I was speechless.
No one made a noise.
"Will you go to the dance with me Potter?" He asked with beaming smile.
I wanted to say 'of course' but all I could do was nod my head.
He got down and walked to me. I stood up, he kissed me lovingly. The feeling of his lips stayed on mine long after he had pulled away. There was a gentle patter of applause.
He sat down next to me with his hand on my thigh, in full view.
He had no reason to be ashamed, and neither did I.
A relatively normal atmosphere resumed in the hall, with everyone returning to their conversations, no doubt about Draco's bold act.
"That was brilliant," Seamus said with genuine excitement and admiration.
"Thanks," Draco chuckled, shrugging his shoulders like it was nothing.
I couldn't believe that I was actually worried that Draco wasn't going to ask me to the dance, how stupid I was. It's clear, to me and everyone else, that Draco loves me.
And that felt good.
Although I could only understand one of the poems, I knew they meant something beautiful. I could just tell from the facial expressions from the Beauxbaton and Durmstrang students. I couldn't wait for him to translate them for me.
"I still haven't had verbal confirmation" he whispered seductively.
"Yes yes yes!" I whispered back.
"That's what I like to hear," he said with a smirk.
This boy.
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Potter: A Drarry Fan Fiction
FanfictionWhen Harry Potter discovers a distraught Draco Malfoy he sees a new side of his childhood enemy. He sees a boy who needs saving. "Potter: A Drarry Fan Fiction" introduces the famed Harry Potter and loathed Draco Malfoy to readers as they've never s...
