He looks like an angel, with his blonde hair and innocently closed eyes. But only when he's sleeping.
As soon as he consciously senses someone is watching him, his mouth turns into a confident smirk, his eyes glint with knowing. He puts on a show, one that includes putting me down in public, just so no one could tell there was anything different between us.
Doesn't he notice I don't respond anymore? My face just hardens and I stare.
I notice things. Like how his hair really looks without all the products, how he stares into his own reflection in the mirror.
He is so vain. He's in love with himself.
And he talks in his sleep. Cries out for help, whimpers sometimes. I don't feel bad at all when I don't shake him awake. Let him keep dreaming.
He likes to be in control. That seems to be the entire basis of our relationship. If it can really be considered one at all. I let him do what he wants to me, but its not like I don't enjoy what we do. Sex is rarely unenjoyable.
That's all I get out of this. A chance to hand over control and let things turn out as they may. But I know he needs me. He said so once, as he came, a breath-filled phrase he denied saying later.
To me, he's just convenient. It didn't take much to get him to kiss me that first time.
I just keep feeding his ego and let him believe whatever delusions he wants.
We both have our reasons for wanting this.
Author's Note: Heh. Hope you enjoyed it. It just popped into my head while I was trying to write Unexpected's last chapter... So I procrastinated and wrote this instead!
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Oh, and if you couldn't figure it out, its Harry talking about Draco.