Dedicated to Teo because she requested it. Due to hurrying to post this, it has not been checked over by anything/one.
Taunting Me
Red lips open and shut, taunting me, spilling words I both long and hate to hear. These are not the old insults that he used to yell at me in outrage, the pathetic responses. No, now the only word I hear spilling from his mouth are cold, formal, and factual. The heat isn't gone though. Its still there, hiding on the inside. I can see it hiding in his eyes, radiating warmth. 'You still aren't ice, my dear. And you never will be, for I am Ice, and you are Fire. We are sworn enemies by destiny and fate. Its too bad though, for you could have been more than just my intellectual match. You could have been my life partner. Oh well,' I tell myself. 'You cannot change this, so stop those thoughts.' I know what I mean, but I also know that no one else has a clue. What I want.. I've been asked that so many times, but there was nothing I truly wanted, not until last year. Last year when I saw.. it. Him.
He had just been standing there, joking with his friends. I had thought nothing had changed over the summer. I was still the son of a Malfoy, and I had my responsibilities. Mudbloods and the like, as well as Gryffindors, are the things that I hate. Especially though, is anyone of that family. Strangely enough though, I was wrong. Everything had changed. You see, I, of course, had to go over to insult them all, but when I arrived I was not greeted with the usual insults. Instead I was not greeted at all. I was shocked, and fumed for the rest of the night, yet the reason wasn't for what they all thought. Those petty little Gryffindors, yes, I saw them smirking at my annoyance. They do not matter though. Only him.
Him, him.. I'm sure you're tired of hearing about him. About his copper red hair, his glinting amber eyes, his delicious looking body; about every aspect of him. That's too bad though for you though, as you are the only one I can tell, and I'll never stop writing of him. I only would if I got him, won him over, but I won't. I admit this grudgingly. Not only because he would not have me, but I would not have him. I refuse to take him, even though he is my secret beloved. Its something that could never be, nor will it. Never.
This situation though, its taunting me. These lips which have haunted my dreams, they are right in front of me. How dare they? How dare they do this to me; mock me, humiliate me? I decide then that they will pay. I grab his robes in my left fist, yanking him forward. His lips fall on mine and all thoughts die. I'm sufficating on his lips, his sweet, chocolate tasting lips. I bite them, and his mouth opens in surprise, allowing my tongue to quickly dart inside. Its wet, but very warm. Its like heaven, but also like hell. I can hear him moaning. The kiss seems to last forever, but it stops anyhow. He's staring at me now, shocked, as is everyone else in the hall. I look at him, and then I punch him directly in the face with my right fist, the left one still clinging to his robes so I can haul him upright to kiss his breathe away again and again. Finally I know what its like to taste those red lips, and all I want now is more. Instead though, I close my eyes and slowly force my hand to untangle itself from his robes. It falls limply to my side. I stare straight into hischoked eyes.
"Damn you for tricking me," I say. "Damn you for taunting me. And now you will damn me as I taunt you. You will damn me when you wake up from dreaming about me, and you will damn me as you stare at your ceiling at night thinking only of me. You'll damn me when I sneak into your thoughts, unable to be expelled no matter what you do. And then you'll damn me as you fall into the abyss, thrown there by my hand. But for now, you are mine."