Dancing Darling - Draco Malfoy

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Seated next to me,
She was quieter then she seemed.
But smelled like Christmas and roses,
Sitting there she watched her boyfriend as he smiles, waves and poses.

Red flares shot into the sky,
As the french girl came out with a cry.
She danced over to stroke her hair,
So compassionate and aware.

When on the ground appeared a boy,
Laying there like a toy, with the chosen one crouched over him.
His eyes where white,
Everyone was filled with fright.
  "My son! My son! My boy!"

She cupped the Raven haired boy's face,
As the water from her eyes began to misplace.
Her feelings she discarded,
For that boy who was oh, so cold hearted!