He loves you. I can see it in his eyes. There's just something in them, plain as day. It seemed so wrong. He couldn't love you; I loved you. He was going to try and take you away from me, spirit you away to a land where Gryffindors did not settle for Slytherins. And I was going to be left alone, lonesome, crying and pathetic, a mere remnant of my former self.
I could not let him do that to you, to me. I am Slytherin, and I live up to my house. We hate and love equally as strongly. I love you more than you can ever know. I hate him more than her ever realized. To a Slytherin, there is nothing in between hate and love. They just overlap, sometimes.
Draco, that sad little faggot boy... he hates Potter, but he loves Harry. Even as I write this, the little sod is probably writing love poetry to his boyfriend. He truly loves him. Harry doesn't love him back. Disgusting.
I'm not Draco. I'm no queer. I love you; this is all I know for truth. When you're a Slytherin, you doubt everything and everyone. You're the first person I loved purely, and the first I didn't doubt. I have to protect you.
I saw you in Ron's eyes, like how I see Harry's in Draco's, or Hannah's in Ernie's. It's so obvious, but he feels second rate. He is second rate. He can never take you away from me, Hermione, never. No one can. You are mine, always.
He put up a good fight, but in the end I won. I always win. He begged me not to do it, not to finish it. He said he'd never look at you again, as long as he lived. I don't take promises; instead I make assurances. By morning, his blood was splattered everywhere and his throat had been torn out.
He loved you, but I loved you more.
Tears run down your cheek; you miss him.
"My love... please don't cry," I plead, offering you an emerald handkerchief.
You sob harder. You loved him, didn't you? Or maybe you're worried about me, about the Aurors and the possibility of getting caught. I would pray it's the latter, but what God worth worshipping would give a damn about Pansy Parkinson?
"Are you crying for me, or him?" I whispered, offering a hand to hold.
But you turn away, ignoring me and weeping for him.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Inspired by Good Charlotte's "My Bloody Valentine."
Oh, my love
Please don't cry
I'll wash my bloody hands and
We'll start a new life
I ripped out
His throat
And called you on the telephone
To take off
My disguise
Just in time to hear you cry when you...
You mourn the death of your bloody valentine
The night he died
You mourn the death of your bloody valentine
One last time
Singin'...
Oh, my love
Please don't cry
I'll wash my bloody hands and
We'll start a new life
I don't know much at all
I don't know wrong from right
All I know is that I love you tonight
There was
Police and
Flashing lights
The rain came down so hard that night and the
Headlines read
A lover died
No tell-tale heart was left to find when you...
You mourn the death of your bloody valentine
The night he died
You mourn the death of your bloody valentine
One last time
Singin'...
Oh, my love
Please don't cry
I'll wash my bloody hands and
We'll start a new life
I don't know much at all
I don't know wrong from right
All I know is that I love you tonight
Tonight
He dropped you off, I followed him home
Then I, I stood outside his bedroom window
Standing over him, he begged me not to do
What I knew I had to do cause I'm so in love with you
Oh, my love
Please don't cry
I'll wash my bloody hands and
We'll start a new life
I don't know much at all
I don't know wrong from right
All I know is that I love you tonight
Tonight