On wings of integrity: Draco Malfoy.

Thursday, December 17, 2009

Draco Malfoy.

"No one can help me," said Malfoy. His whole body was shaking. "I can't do it...I can't...It won't owrk...and unless I do it soon...he says he'll kill me..."

"Draco, Draco, you are not a killer."
"How do you know?" said Malfoy at once.
He seemed to realize how childish the words had sounded; Harry saw him flush in the Mark's greenish light.
"You don't know what I'm capable of," said Malfoy more forcefully. "You don't know what I've done!"

"You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and he won’t tell you that he loves you, but he loves you. And you feel like you’ve done something terrible, like robbed a liquor store, or swallowed pills, or shoveled yourself a grave in the dirt, and you’re tired. You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and you’re trying not to tell him that you love him, and you’re trying to choke down the feeling, and you’re trembling, but he reaches over and he touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist, and you feel your heart taking root in your body, like you’ve discovered something you didn’t even have a name for"

Richard Siken