HD Slash
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of its characters.
Draco's P.O.V.
He was my poison.
He would be the death of me.
Even now he is slowly killing me from the inside out.
I hated him. I loved him.
I hated what he did to me. I couldn't live without his torture.
He was a drug I was addicted to. A toxin I couldn't, no wouldn't, purify myself of.
I longed to see him everyday, even if just for a moment. I loved seeing his eyes radiate ecstasy, to watch his spirit whirl wildly about him, embracing everything around him.
I dreaded the time when he saw me. I hated watching those eyes flare in recognition, in loathing, in fury. I hated seeing his wild, free, and loving spirit retract unto himself, coiling itself tightly, ready to explode. I hated the words he spoke to me, venom drenching every word he spoke to me.
I longed to be the one by his side. To support him, laugh with him, love him.
I hated the one that stole him from me, some petty Hufflepuff girl. She caged his heart, electrified the bars, and melted the key.
I was forced to watch from a distance, to feel my heart be severed piece by piece, to feel my blood boil and burn, to cry acid tears, to slowly die.
I was ready to die, but he wouldn't let me.
He graced me with one smile. He forced me to live, to wait to die all over again.
I hated him. I loved him.
He was my poison. He was my life.