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Because his skin is a paler shade of white and his eyes are like ice. Because he is so cold and careless. Because I can never have him.
I'll sit here and stare at him for the next two years, if we live that long.
Hidden under my invisibility cloak, I'll watch him run out to the lake. Watch him dive under water, and stay there until he can't breath.
I'll watch him cry, wishing I could take him in my arms and rock him. To kiss him.
I'll continue to wish that I could feel his skin against mine, that I could taste him.
But I never will.
I can stand up against Voldemort, but I can never stand up to Draco Malfoy, not to tell him I've fallen in love.
I'll sit here next to Ginny, pretending I love her. But I think she knows. And I think it is breaking her heart. But I can't love her.
I feel like the boy who lived to live a lie