Draco Malfoy Looks Into the Mirror of Erised

brennatwohy:

& the portraits fade from his mother’s walls. 
Narcissa sips Firewhiskey with a different man,

his hair dark and simple.

maybe he has a mole on his jawbone.

maybe he has an accent only when he’s been drinking.

maybe they have a beautiful daughter

whose forearm bears nothing but her own skin;

there is no kind way to tell this story,

so I might as well tell it true,

you would not wish yourself upon anyone.

& how else to explain grief but as this mirror,

this impossible joy

that will not let you hold it,

this mirror that leaves rocks in your pocket

& everyone you love 
looking like a river.