Title: Hate
Author: Khirsah
Paring: er... kinda Draco/Harry. Kinda.
Rating: PG

Disclaimer: I don't own them. JK Rowling does.

Summary: Sometimes, a way of thinking can be summed up in one word.

Notes: I'm in a contrary mood tonight, and am trying to force myself to write. This was an exercise I did to try to help.





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I hate the way you're always right, even when I know you're wrong.

I hate the way they fawn over you, like having a scar means you're something special.

I hate the way you're always underfoot, winning attention that should have been mine.

I hate the way you look at me, as if you knew what I was thinking and disapproved.

I hate the way you always win, no matter how hard I cheat or try.

I hate the way I'm compared to you, as father speaks with shame in his eyes.

I hate the way you always survive, as if even Fate were in love with you.

I hate the way you're the hero, and how they expect me to be just like my father.

I hate the way you creep into my mind, making me think of you night and day.

I hate the way you're there with them, remembering you should have been with me.

I hate the way you make me feel, as if I were wrong for hating mudbloods, as if I were wrong for wanting power, as if I were wrong for being me.

As if I...

......

I hate the way you always one up me, as if you can't allow me to be on top.

I hate the way you don't watch me in class, as if I didn't matter to you.

I hate the way you make me feel.

I hate the way you make me doubt.

I hate the way you make me question what I was taught.

I hate the way you make me want to change.

I hate the way you make me think that it could have been better between us.

I hate the way you... you laugh with them and won't even look at me.

I hate the way you always assume the worst.

I hate the way my heart aches when I see you.

I hate... I hate the way you don't want me. The way you've never wanted me.

I hate... I. I hate...

......

::whisper:: I hate *you*, Harry. I hate *you*.



THE END