Sorted into Slytherin
Lying with you on my shoulder in a dimly lit room, feeling your breath in my neck, surprisingly cold. I shouldn't be surprised, you say. This is normal, you say. But I don't think so as the whole world hates me and there's nowhere I belong.
You say it's not personal when Snape sneers at me in class, taking points from his very own house. You say it's kindness when our dorm mates soak my Transfigurations paper in diluted pee instead of obliviating it. You tell me meeting Ron and Hermoine doesn't have to be awkward. But how would you know?
"Aw, don't be so pathetic Harry. Just tell them to piss off next time."
That's mean.
"What, are you trying to be better than them? Don't fancy stooping to our level?"
It's not that…it's just wrong. I don't want to hurt anybody.
"Like you did in DADA yesterday?"
That was an accident!
"You'll have to hurt them though, if you want to survive…"
Maybe I don't want to survive? If it meant destroying someone else's life, I'd bloody well die instead.
"How thoughtful of you. Maybe you should have been sorted into Gryffindor?"
You're right. I should have.
"Oh come on, I didn't mean it that way. Potter. Potter, don't turn away from me."
I'm trying to sleep.
"No you're not. Potter,"
Bloody hell Draco, what do you want?
You knock me over with a kiss, almost knocking me out of bed. It's forceful and it's…warm. We touch and sigh, and when we separate I die. Because I never want to be separated from you, not even for a single minute. But you don't know.
Then there's always stars, and lips, and tender skin, and legs, oh God yes, legs… And when I'm about to come you break away, shaking your head with a silly lopsided grin.
Why do you still bother with a pathetic Griffyndor like me?
"You mean the Boy Who Lived?"
Yes, yes…the Boy Who Lived, or whatever the papers call me now. Why are we here? Why are you here? We're different Draco, it will never work out.
"I believe it will."
Why?
You laugh, then look away, stroke my arm.
"Forget about it – doesn't matter."
No, it does matter. Merlin Draco, talk to me!
"Oh, so you've gone on to wizarding swear words now? Must be bad then."
This is hardly a laughing matter.
"Alright, I'll tell you. But you'll have to do something in return."
Get on with it.
"You're strong. I…I believe in you."
That's it?
"Yes. Now, onto your part of the bargain…"
What a rip off, you call that a bargain?
"You're talking to a pure Slytherin Harry, what else did you expect? …I believe a lot in your power, I believe you can surpass the Dark Lord…
…and take his place."
A/N: Please review if you have an opinion, I'd really want to know. Does this sound stupid? Should I continue? All and every input greatly appreciated.