Eyes of rolling mercury, and hair the like of white silk. Made from the finest angel wings, the finest silks from China, India, and Europe. Dyed to perfection, and a smirk to match. You're a beautiful creature Draco Malfoy. Slick like a Slytherin, powerful like a dragon, scared like a snake, and beautiful like the god you have become.
Wether you are a god of hate, or vengeance to me it does not matter. You might even be a god of love, lust, and passion but who am I to judge? You are the rich wonder of our school, and no one notices me. Sure a lot see me, and whisper, but do they ever make me cry at night? Do they ever make me fume in anger that I can't think? Do they make me cum so hard by myself that I think I'm dying inside?
How can you even look at this pitiful broken creature that is me? I love you, and I loathe you at the same time. You make me feel, and make me come out of my own little world. You hate me, and I am proud to say I hate you. I hate loving you, and I love hating you.
Why is there such a fine line for hate and love? I've despised you for so long, and then I learned the joys of masturbating. I felt so much hatred, and anger towards you I started to stroke myself with strokes hard, and pleasurable while cursing your name. You face came to me as I came into my hands and I felt complete.
I can feel myself being taken over by you, and being completed by you. I feel myself getting lost in your world, and I feel myself drowning in your words. You mean so much to me wether it be hate, or love. I cannot stop thinking about you, and I cannot bear the thought of not having you around.
I then learned that homosexuals were looked down upon. I was hated, despised, and loathed because of my passion for you. A beautiful mortal creature that has graced our tainted, and sinful land with your presence. I cannot imagine how it feels for you to look out, and say, 'Why do I come here?'
You could leave in a minutes thought, but you don't. You stay, and you help me along the way. You don't mean to, but your face, and fights keep my living, and from going completely emotionless. You bring out the best, and worst in me. I cannot understand how you do so, but it's just a fact of life for you. Good bye, and good luck to you my enemy Draco Malfoy. For I, Harry Potter will always feel this way about you. My most hatefully loved enemy.