Dramione

"Tripped over a mti root," he alisema angrily, getting to his feet again.
"Well, with feet that size, hard not to," alisema a drawling voice from behind them.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione turned sharply. Draco Malfoy was standing alone nearby, leaning against a tree, looking utterly relaxed. His arms folded, he seemed to have been watching the scene at the campsite through a gap in the trees.
Ron told Malfoy to do something that Harry knew he would never have dared say in front of Mrs. Weasley.
"Language, Weasley," alisema Malfoy, his pale eyes glittering. "Hadn't wewe better be hurrying along now? wewe wouldn't...

I wanted wewe to know
I upendo the way wewe laugh
I wanna hold wewe high and steal your pain away
I keep your photograph;
I know it serves me well
I wanna hold wewe high and steal your pain

'Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome
And I don't feel right when you're gone away

you've gone away
You don't feel me here, anymore

The worst is over now and we can breathe again
I wanna hold wewe high, wewe steal my pain away
There's so much left to learn,
and no one left to fight
I wanna hold wewe high and steal your pain

'Cause I'm broken when I'm open
And I don't feel like I am strong enough
'Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome
And...