The Thought of You
by star of david
Draco/Harry
DISCLAIMER: I do not own the characters in this story; they were created by the genius, JKRowling. I do own the plot.
SUMMARY: Draco's disdain and disgust for Harry's affection toward a certain someone else manifests. A song fic to Weezer's Keep Fishing.
I've seen the way your eyes light up at the mention of her name, the way you follow her every move with your gaze. The blazing fire of jealousy in your eyes whenever you see her with another is an all-too-familiar sight. I've seen way you straighten yourself when she passes by, the hope in your eyes that she'll finally notice you this time.
It's sickening.
Fine, I'm a hypocrite for saying that. My own eyes light up at the mention of your name. I follow your every move with my gaze. The blazing fire of jealousy whenever I see you with another is present in my eyes. I straighten myself whenever you pass by, the hope in my eyes that you'd finally notice me this time.
It's the thought of you…in love with someone else. That's what's so sickening.
And the fact that you're in love with a lowly, poor, good-for-nothing blood traitor is quite sickening too.
Well, at least it's not a Mudblood you're in love with.
You walk into the Hall with a smile as great as the room you're walking into. She isn't far behind you. She isn't with the other guy. Oh, you two are finally together now, are you? It probably happened yesterday, after the Quidditch game. Yes, she caught the Snitch. Big deal. I can catch a Snitch too – although I can never do it as well as you can. No one can do it the way you do.
I catch a glimpse of your emerald eyes.
Oh you two have definitely snogged. Bloody hell.
What in the world do you see in her, anyway? She isn't even pretty. She isn't all that smart, either. And she's poorer than a rat in a hole, for crying out loud!
I see her giggling as she stares intensely at you. If I could manage to murder her brutally, I'd probably giggle too.
Bloody, fucking hell. You two are making me sick.
It's the thought of you…in love with someone else that's making me sick.
Oh fuck. I think you saw me glaring just now. And now you're thinking I'm glaring at you for no apparent reason. You're thinking I'm an insufferable git who likes bullying you just for the heck of it all.
I'm not glaring at you, you bloody idiot. I'm glaring at her. You seriously need your eyes checked, those glasses aren't working too well, are they?
I'm not worthy of your attention, am I? You never paid me even a third of the attention you paid her. You only ever saw me as a suspect to crimes. You thought I was the heir Slytherin, the one who opened the chamber, didn't you? That was a laugh. As if you didn't commit your own petty crimes, you filthy hypocrite.
Fuck you.
It's the thought of you…in love with someone else that's making me bitter.
You make your way out of the Great Hall, and I breathe easier. But why can't you see me the way you see her? Why can't you look at me the way you look at her? Why don't you see the love that's burning here all this time? Are you really that thick?
Fuck. I've turned into a sap. Because of you.
It's just that…the thought of you in love with someone else…it breaks my heart.