I hate you, I hate you, I hate you.
But you know I'm lying. I love you so very much. A deep sigh fills my soul when I even try to explain it, but I suppose, you must know… It hurts my heart when you don't get what you want. It hurts me to keep up this façade of popularity. It hearts my heart when I know your danger. Have you ever bothered to wonder why I didn't want you to compete in all these school events? I don't want you hurt. I want you for myself. Where in my arms you'll be safe.
That's why it was so painful to see that look of disgust on you perfect face. You know the one I'm talking about. It happened in Potions, right after I leaned over and kissed you. You rejected me. Left me alone.
And I hate you, hate you, hate you for it. I looked down in my potion and added one last ingredient: the tears of a forgotten lover.
You've always won at everything. You've won prizes and know you've won my heart. I gave it willingly though, you blew away the any other competitors. Especially with the way you smile and make me laugh. I want to make you laugh; bring you happiness the happiness that you've brought me.
If only it wasn't this way.
Does it make you happy to see my weakness? When they find my dead in the library will you be happy? When you realize that it was poison I was mixing will you take it all back?
No, no, no. You'll probably sneer. "He deserved it," you'll say to that mud blood friend of yours. And she'll make you laugh.
It's late, I best drink this now. I'll tip this silver goblet to my lips and it will be done. Want to know something else? The side is engraved with cupids, a Valentine's Day trinket. Does this amuse you?
"Does what amuse me?"
Oh god! I've been talking aloud again. Drat! Go away! "Go away Harry." Go away my perfect love. Don't reach for the goblet! Of course you did. "Draco, what are you doing with this? Nit wit!" You're acting like nothing happened, like there's nothing dangerous in that cup. I'm pleading, don't, I say, don't drink it…
But you did… "What did you put in it? Pumpkin juice with food coloring? Calm down you …" Your hand brought it to your lips, and as the final neon pink drop touched your lashing tongue there was a tink tink tink sound as the cup clattered to the floor from your weakening hand.
The nextmoment when your face was pure shock, you crumpled to your knees, while I sat down next to you, cradling your head in my lap. "Don't touch me…" you weakly say, trying to push me away. "Don't touch me, I hate you…"
"No…I'm sorry, so sorry…it wasn't meant this way..." I whisper into your cold ear. Apologies are quite useless now. But in that one second between life and death I saw that look in your eye. You didn't mean it…
And now that you are dead here, I laugh. I laugh at the cup, the kiss, the poison. Why should I laugh? Because I really do hate you now for stealing my perfect moment were I would be free from loving…you stole that and took your own life…it was supposed to make you laugh, and now you can only laugh silently. But most of all because, now you've won again.
...the end...