How?
How can
you do this to me?
How can you stand?
How can you sleep?
Knowing you've destroyed who I really am.
" 'Mione, you need to get up. Eat something. Please. For your friends." The red-haired girl stood at the doorway, wavering back and forth uncertainly. "Please talk to me. I know what that bastard did was unforgivable, but you need to get on with your life."
"No."
How can you
look at me?
How can you smile?
Knowing what you did to me,
and not having a care.
"Oh Draco, you're so amazing!" The short black-haired girl giggled as she suggestivly stroked the blonde's arm. He arched his back and smiled. Then, in an instant, his smile became dark, and he gazed, almost smugly, at the brown-eyed girl walking past him. She passed him, avoiding his gaze, her friends glaring at him.
How can you touch me?
How can
you laugh?
"No, Malfoy, please. Not again." She curled in a ball next to him. He laughed in response.
"But why would I do that when you want me to?" He smiled, a look akin to fondness in his eyes as he leaned over her and began to kiss her neck.
She whimpered in response. "How can you do this?"
How can you insult me?
How can you stare?
How
can you kiss me?
Knowing that everytime you touch me,
I hate
you a little less,
and love you a little more.
He laughed, a bitter sound. "Because when it comes down to it, 'Mione, you'll always want me, you'll always love me."