A/N: Oh, la. Unrequited-angsty!Draco is one of my favorites. I'm going on hiatus for a short while (bloody exams' fault), but may upload really short drabbles like so in the next few weeks.
It's not my best, but please R&R!
nomorewords
They were enemies. They were rivals. They hated each other. They were arch enemies. There was nothing more to it than bitter hatred… Was there?
It failed to explain why every hurtful word hurt more than it ought to have; why he hesitated before replying; why such insults had a hold of his emotions.
He didn't know why the hatred in those eyes was like a knife to his heart; why his feelings battled for dominance inside of him when he walked away from a fight for the first time; why he cried himself to sleep that night.
It failed to explain why the one boy he was supposed to hate was the only person he could never get out of his mind.
He wanted no more words, no more fights, no more lies, no more pretense.
He had always, always gotten what he wanted… So why did it hurt so much that the one thing he could never have was Harry Potter?