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Pansy Parkinson slipped a small bottle containing pinkish liquid into the Slytherin table. She emptied its content into a mug in front of the blonde boy with grayish blue eyes. Draco Malfoy, considered in school as “Prince of Slytherin” pushed his pumpkin juice into Goyle then took a sip on Crabbe’s “Strawberry and Soda Float”. Pansy was in front of him smiling. He raised an eyebrow then smirked. ‘How would he able to get this girl out of his shoulder, she’s such a burden… and to think that he actually snugged her… what a SHAME?! He then felt two pairs of eyes staring at him. He looked around and saw the curly haired, Hermione Granger looking at him from the Gryffindor table. He’s heart beat so fast and so sudden that he suppressed an urge to cry. He looked back at Hermione, he smiled then winked. She immediately took her eyes off him looking disgusted and oppressed the same time. He then forced to restrain an urge to laugh then toyed with his food. Draco was walking in Heaven all day; he even pulled off detention from two second years that were sending off Filibuster’s fireworks down the corridor in the amazement of his two security officers, Crabbe and Goyle. After a while, he snapped back into Earth when a first year bumped into him. ‘Watch where you were going, firstie!’ he snapped giving the innocent faultless kid a “I’LL GIVE YOU A PUNISHMENT YOU’LL NEVER FORGET” stare. The kid just stood there; face all white… dumbstruck… that will be your reaction when a tall brute with an HB badge and two large-bodied goons look down on you. ‘What are you staring at, you wanted detention?!’ Malfoy glared at the kid who turned violet and started to tremble. ‘Hey!’ a voice came from behind. Hermione Granger saw everything and came immediately to the aid of the kid. She had a look in her that says “TOUCH THE BOY AND YOU’RE DEAD!” ‘Look at what you’ve done to him, he is shaking all over, you evil ferret of a git!’ she snapped at Draco. ‘Watch the language, Granger!’ Crabbe stepped forward in front of Hermione but Malfoy stepped in front of him. ‘Why, you seemed kind of fond with children these days, Mudblood,’ Malfoy said while he forced himself to suppress another urge to ask Hermione to bear his children… “you’re mad, Draco…” he told himself. Hermione stared at him… He gulped… ‘Well, let’s make a deal, Granger.’ Draco told Hermione. ‘What deal?’ She asked sternly. ‘Since you’re rather fond of him, you will take this boy’s place in punishment.’ He proposed. ‘For bumping on you, Malfoy… you’ll gonna punish a kid?’ Hermione fumed aware of the stare that she is getting from the young boy beside her. ‘Yes, ‘cause he’s bugging me’. ‘OK… Try me…’ Hermione retorted. Draco smirked. ‘What do you have in mind?’ Draco smiled and stared at her letting it linger. Hermione stared back, expressionless. It was a battle of wills… hatred… emotions… the battle of hearts that were drumming inside each chest. After what seemed like ages, Hermione raised her eyebrow and Draco smirked. ‘I’ll figure out something. For now, make sure that you have the best day of your life ‘cause it may be your last.’ He said and walked out smiling, Crabbe and Goyle trailing him. Draco was smiling at himself , now he has that Granger girl in his grasps… and probably much more…

—- to be continued —

the WORLD of thee,

cannot be seen,

by thy eyes or giant size.

swear in my sword,

and i will divulge the word;

move the curtain of the universe,

and i would showcase.

"rest, rest, perturbed spirit." —hamlet, william shakespeare—

(- if you can’t keep a secret - don’t read! -)

the blue moon is my armour,

the burning sun is my sword,

the shining stars are my crown,

their death is my mourn.

i am Hercules on my world,

Lancelot on gesture,

their love were the key,

to their fleeing glory.

i saw the wooden horse of Troy,

Palla’s Athena’s toy;

the huntress of the silver bow, Diana,

in her chariot passed my way,

and the ever persevering Atlas is just

some walks away.

lion, tiger, and lynx are nothing,

but just plain kittens,

and you said that you are afraid of them,

trust me when i say that Confucius had a point

              when he said that:

"gems cannot be polished without friction,

nor men without trials."

the comets are my brush,

saturn’s ring is my paint,

the universe is my paper,

and meteors are my eraser.

i had a quill which write in its own,

together with some parchments,

it had outseated many thrones.

i am afraid of me,

ghostly creepy,

my own curse,

is hitting me out of the course.

i’m alive - not dead,

but the emptiness stayed,

in my heart,

it’s killing me bit by bit.

the Lord made me like his own flesh,

breath in me thy life,

and i can picture angels surround me,

although they seem blurred.

my world is dimmed,

sunlight running, fled,

how lonely my world is thee.

and then you think it’s a beauty?

my world is in wild,

high and blind,

it’s colors were covered

with pain and vain.

i hate to be alone,

but it is done.

ther’s nothing left,

but to uncever the thruth,

YESTERDAY, I WAS BORN,

TODAY, I WILL GROW,

TOMORROW, I WILL FLY,

TO THE PLACE I HAVE NEVER KNOWN.

My Dearest,

     It’s been long since we last saw each other, just way back then but your face is still what I see in every men.

     It’s been sometimes when we last talked about a thing that doesn’t mean anything —

             maybe for you but not for me.

     I don’t know if you saw that look in my eyes when we shared glances, it’s nothing —

             maybe to you but not to me.

     I tried to keep my feelings, locked it inside my heart but still it envelops me whenever I think of you.

     I thought before that I knew you but when I read your works you seem to be a very different person but it makes me drawn to you more.

     You never even know, how many times I’ve cried because of my LOVE for you—

             maybe IF you did… I don’t know….

     You never know I made a novel with you as the lead character…

     You never know how many papers I wasted writing silly poems of you.

     You never know how many sketches of you I hide under my pillow.

    

     Now I’ve wasted my time to write about you…

     The guy I’ve been longing to touch…

     The guy I’ve been longing to hold…

     The guy I wanted to be with…

                      For the rest of my life.

                                      _112405_

Feb. 14, 1998

Nobody knows but then DESTINY calls,

I HOPE the WHITE ROSE tells him then…

—– no doubt that he’ll cause heartache,

     for first not really meeting had already

     torn me…

June 1999 - March 2000

Nobody knows what i had find,

Nobody knows who had captured my eyes,

He had no idea whatsoever,

That he’ll be in my heart possibly –forever…

The world rotated,

Time passed,

Moon and stars set and shined,

Crows crowed.

Things read,

Subjects passed,

Cartoons watched,

Thus time passed away past.

June 2000 - March 2001

Flowers bloomed,

Leaves greened,

Lotus flowered,

Trees grew strong…

Heads bulged…

Knowledge gained…

          —finished—

Smiles shared…

Glances talked…

The walks that seemed shorter…

The times shared together…

The beautiful sampaguitas…

The beautiful tangerines…

SEPTEMBER 2001

tell me her name         

i want to know

the way she looks

and where you go,

i need to see her face,

i need to understand

why you and I came to an end…

JUNE 2002 - MARCH 2003

don’t know what to do,

whenever you are near,

don’t know what to say,

my heart is floatin’ in tears,

when you pass by,

i could fly,

every minute, every second of the day,

i dream of you in the most special way,

you’re beside me all the time…

APRIL 2005

I’m all out of faith, that is how i feel,

I’m cold and I’m ashamed lying naked on the floor,

illusion never change into something real,

I’m wide awake and i can see the perfect sky is torn,

you’re a little late,

I’m already torn…

AUGUST 2005

tell me her name

i want to know

the way she looks and where you go,

i need to see her face, i need to understand

why you and i came to an end…

tell me again i want to hear,

who broke my faith in all this years,

who lays with you at night

when I’m here all alone,

remembering when i was your own…

                                        -112505-

Sitting, Thinking, Sitting

My heart is crying,

Every beat of it,

your name it shouts…

Plants on my garden,

All seem to be black,

i thought it may sometimes be green.

But soon it withered out.

When I think of you,

i hope your still Mine…

So that I’ll once see,

The flowers that bloom in my garden…

Once they said,

On a Tea Leaf you can read,

Your destiny,

You will surely See.

I’m Afraid to look,

Afraid of what i’ll find

Afraid that you will have,

Other person in your mind.

On a Tea Leaf, on a Tea leaf

It may not be true,

It may be a lie,

Or i’ll surely Die…

Run…Run…Run

or hide…

Do you still CARE???

How could you ever CARE???

Common Let’s get this over with…

Shut UP!!! you STUPID HEART

Run…run…run…

or Hide…