Disclaimer: All characters are Joanne Rowling's, not mine…
Narcissus Boy
I walk down the corridor and you pass me. I find myself looking at your face. Maybe I'm searching for some kind of human expression; well if I am I'm out of luck. Your face is always in a sneer. I'd even describe you as a young Snape and that's saying something.
Dear momma's boy I know you've had your butt licked by your mother
I know you've enjoyed all that attention from her
And every woman graced with your presence after
Dear narcissus boy I know you've never really apologized for anything
I know you've never really taken responsibility
I know you've never really listened to a woman
Remember that time I slapped you? I was even shocked at my response. You call me a mudblood… you have no idea how much that hurts me. Every word you speak to me, I think it's an attempt to make me angry. It often succeeds.
Dear me-show boy I know you're not really into conflict resolution
Or seeing both sides of every equation
Or having an uninterrupted conversation
I'd love to just scratch your eyes out slowly and painfully. Think yourself lucky that's just not me. I'm too proper for that. I'm working hard to make prefect or maybe if I'm lucky head girl. I really shouldn't make time to think about you at all.
And any talk of healthiness
And any talk of connectedness
And any talk of resolving this
Leaves you running for the door
Why why do I try to love you?
Try to love you when you really don't want me too
It doesn't seem to matter how much my friends hate you. I can't seem to hate you enough. They believe you're evil, a young deatheater, a young Snape. I know Snape's good now. Are you? He's helping our side. Are you?
Dear egotist boy you've never really had to suffer any consequence
You've never stayed with anyone longer than ten minutes
You'd never understand anyone showing resistance
Dear popular boy I know you're used to getting everything so easily
A stranger to the concept of reciprocity
People honour boys like you in this society
I know you're spoilt by your mother, I know your father wants you exactly like him. Please, before you go off into something you don't understand, sit down and think about it. Do you want to die a young and horrible death? Most deatheaters die you know.
And any talk of selflessness
And any talk of working at this
And any talk of being of service
Leaves you running for the door
Why why do I try to help you try to help you
When you really don't want me to
What about 'He who must not be named'? How can you face him? He's not forgiving and he's not like us. We'll understand if you're sorry about what you do. I will understand why you do what you do. Don't grow up like your father.
You go back to the women who will dance the dance
You go back to your friends who will lick your ass
You go back to ignoring all the rest of us
You go back to the centre of your universe
Do you still have to hurt me? Even when i feel like I feel, do you still have to say those nasty things? My blood is not dirty. My blood is as pure as the next witches or wizards. My grades are higher than yours, yet you say I'm not a pure witch. I don't understand the way you act. I just know it's you.
Dear self-centred boy I don't know why I still feel affected by you
I've never lasted very long with someone like you
I never did although I have to admit I wanted to
Dear magnetic boy you've never been with anyone who doesn't take your shit
You've never been with anyone who's dared to call you on it
I wonder how you'd be if someone were to call you on it
I want to tell you how I feel. I understand it no more than you will but I love you. After it all I still love you. When I get this feeling and I've had it for over two years now, words cut so deep. I could reply back but I'd rather just ignore it than bite. I'm accepting that you'll probably never change. That you'll probably never love me quite like I love you. In fact you'll probably never love me at all.
And any talk of willingness
And any talk of both feet in
And any talk of commitment
Leaves you running for the door
Why why do I try to change you?
Try to change you when you really don't want me too
Draco Malfoy walked down the hallway and passed the Granger girl.
Harry's friend… He thought to himself. "Oh look it's the mudblood!" he shouted loudly.
He watched as a small tear formed in her eye but she continued to walk anyway.
Damn… he said to himself.
If only I could stop it…
If only I could be nice to her…
If only she was acceptable in my father's house…
If only… if only she actually liked me…
You go back to the women who will dance the dance
You go back to your friends who will lick your ass
You go back to being so oblivious
You go back to the centre of the universe