How can you love someone?
Some say it's easily done,
But I know different.
We had both lost parents,
The same snake had taken them,
Mine through death, and his through service to him.
The Malfoy's kept their looks,
But there was more in their books.
Just as he said a Potter never dies,
Even though he knows those are lies.
To me he was just Draco,
Sometimes drowning in his sorrow.
To him I was just Harry,
With the weight of the world to carry.
We were caught in hate,
And things were almost too late.
But soon we found our love,
And he was no longer held above.
To me he's just my Draco.
To him I'm just his Harry.
A/N: Not completely sure where this came from, but Harry and Draco complement each other perfectly.