I hear you again.
I heard that song you were just playing.
We don't get music like that over here.
Your a muggle. I can tell by the way you speak.
You don't sound like a Hufflepuff, Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, or Slytherin.
No you sound different. Maybe a mix of all 4. Or maybe none at all. Please tell me your listening. Tell me you hear me too.
Oh what id give to know your name.
I took a shroom tonight so maybe I'm just not thinking straight.
The party was ass by the way. Everyone was trying to talk to me but everything sounded like a blur. Not like they're surprised when I ignore them. I'm not a nice person. I treat people badly. It's the way I am.
I don't deserve to know you.
You're good.
Too good.
Please don't leave me.
When I put this book down it almost felt like my soul was empty. Not because I wasn't writing but because my room become a little colder. My room felt almost emptier, and the rain fell from the sky differently.
I haven't even met you, but if I haven't met you, why can't I force myself to stop thinking about you.
Maybe you're just the voice in my head telling me to go home, but I can't Hogwarts isn't my home. I was once happy here. It was the place I could escape from reality. Now it turns out that I have no home after all. But this book, for the first time in my life has given me comfort.
I'm lost. I can't comprehend why I'm so drawn to you.
Draco Malfoy
