Disclaimer: I don´t own anything to do with Harry Potter, you already know who does, so don´t ask
Hate can be a powerful thing
I sit on "our" bed, watching you getting undressed. I see you coming closer to me. Your hand touches my shoulder. I shiver inside, but do not show it. You don't know how much I hate you, how I despise you!
You make my insides crawl and writhe. The very thought of you disgusts me. I hate you! I hate everything about you. About our fake "relationship" . We never had one, we will never have one. I may be married to you, but that means nothing to me. As far as I´m concerned, both parties have to be willing, for it to be considered a "relationship". I still loathe you!
I hate your hair. I hate your eyes. I hate your body, especially when we make love, although you can´t even call it that. I don´t love you. I hate the way our bodies connect, flowing in a rhythm, that's music to your ears, but seems like nails scraping over a board to me. Something I´ve disliked since my school days. How did I let myself into this mess? I never would have thought that this would happen to me. Never. You´re getting closer to me now, kissing me on my neck. I hate it. Your lips are ice cold, like your heart; I would never have thought that.
What happened? Why did it happen? Looking into your eyes, I feel my hate and anger rising up again. I´m very good at not showing it. I´ve had a bit of practice, thanks to you.
I hate the way your hair falls in your face. I hate that ugly thing on your face. If you were not to have it, you might have been different, but as my eyes wander from your eyes, I realize that it never could have.
I hate you; I hate your name.
Weren´t we friends once? Weren´t we always glad to be with each other?
But everything has changed.
Because of you!
I hate you!
I really loathe you, Harry Potter!
But enough about me, tell me more about yourself. How do you feel?
A/N: well, I hope you like it, mind telling me if you do?