To Harry effing Potter
Why am I writing you a letter you'll never get? Because I have to get these emotions out. I've been holding them in for far too long. I'll start from the beginning.
Why didn't you just take my fucking hand on that first train to Hogwarts? We could have been friends. You would have known that we were on the same side. You wouldn't have hated me. You would have known and understood why I had to be in Slytherin—to keep your stupid arse alive! Not that you care or anything, but you would have understood, at least.
Another problem—even if you would have accepted my friendship, I would have felt more for you than that. I love you, and sometimes, I can't help myself. Sometimes, I have to force myself not to look at you because then, I'll have the urge to tell you everything, and I can't risk that, not when the Dark Lord is starting to trust me. But I dream, Potter. I dream of giving you a good long shag, making you scream my name and cum over and over until you're exhausted...
But that will never happen, will it? And why not? Because you hate me, just like I hate you. I despise you with every fiber of my being. You're disgusting, you're foul, conceited, bull-headed. I hate that damn sneer you give me in the corridors...that glint of fury in your eyes, as if you have something to hate me for. True, I've been nasty to you, but it was for your own good.
And yet, as much as despicable as you are, you are beautiful, you're lovely, charming,..sexy. I love the smile you make when you're happy, especially after you've caught the Snitch. Do you know how many games I forfeited, just to see that smile, knowing I'd caused it, whether you were aware or not. I love how you hate me. Hate is a very passionate emotion, even if it's a negative one. And your eyes...they are the most beautiful shade of green...I get so lost in them...
Merlin, I'm going insane. Fuck you, Potter, you piece of shit.
Draco Malfoy