Why can't you want me like the other boys do?
They stare at me
While I stare at you.
It's true I crave you.
He was perfect. Blonde curls, natural highlights in the summer; soft beneath my fingers. His eyes large, green irises flecked with gold. Happy eyes, filled with light and a spark. Enigmatic, charming.
He is brave, charming, kind , light. Innocent, clean.
I'm the dark. The wicked witch, come to corrupt and him. The snake playing with the Lion. Ruining him.
His eyes are trained on me as I put the muggle cigarette to my lips and the nicotine floods my lungs and I feel myself begin to relax.
He's not the first. I can't help myself. It's an addiction.
I used to enjoy it. I used to like seeing them fall in lust with me. Manipulative little me. The shock, the horror.
But this boy is different. He isn't some arrogant quidditch player, who liked to play away a bit too much. He isn't one of those cases.
He hasn't done anything wrong.
Oh no he's paying for his brothers mistakes.
This is my revenge.