You: Hair white as ice, yeah, it's mesmerising Dressed to blend in with the night Eyes grey as stone, so damn patronising No secret he's bad to the bone But beneath the cloak of armour, he's a product of his father A broken man with broken memories Yeah, he'll question your intentions, and object to your affection He's someone who only wants to be seen He's the chosen one for me Draco opens your door and stands in the door way, you don't notice tell claps when you finish
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