Title: I Hate You

Rating: T

Word Count: 395/399

Category: Divination ("Gee, can you vague that up a bit for me?")

Prompt: L (Oh... You've...drawn the Five of Swords, upright. It represents ambition, winning at all costs, and sneakiness. You will write a story with lots of tension, conflict, and hostility. This card is ruled by the element of air, signifying calculated thinking and communication. You will explain your story in a letter, perhaps an attempted apology, or a truce, or maybe even the source of the conflict.)

Summary: Many years after they graduated, Draco still can't forget his feelings for Harry, and he hates him for that.

Potter,

When I accepted the Headmistress' invitation to engage in a friendly Quidditch match with the other parents that used to be players, I didn't imagine all my buried feelings would come to light.

It started when I arrived with my broom and my son came to greet me alongside your son. I thought about everything that led to this exact moment, and how things could've been different if I could do it all again. They took me to the pitch, where all the other parents were waiting. Among all those familiar faces, I saw you. It's remarkable, how that simple red sweater was enough to make you awaken all those butterflies within me.

I, however, swallowed them all.

I couldn't allow myself to feel those things again. Not with your ginger git of a wife standing right beside you.

We were sorted into teams. You were placed on the same team as she. I don't know why I was expecting to finally be able to play on the same team as you, but alas, it was not to be. When the game began, all my conflicted feelings returned.

Your wife, as a professional player, was much more skilled than any one of us. She was swift and slithered among us as if she were made of air. You looked at her with pride in your eyes, and that made me experience awful feelings that I thought I'd long learned to control.

I watched you fly around the pitch, looking for the Snitch, and your presence bothered me to such an extent that I felt my blood boiling. Up till now, I don't know if it was anger or desire.

You have always made me feel uneasy, and I'm stricken that I still haven't forgotten my feelings for you. Not even Astoria was able to banish you from my mind… and the fact that our sons are best friends fooled me into thinking that maybe, in an alternative universe, we could be together.

But no.

So, I hate you for making me feel so vulnerable.

I hate that you found the Snitch first… again.

I hate that your team won, and that you celebrated it by kissing that ginger twit.

I hate that you'll never know how I feel.

I hate that we'll never be together.

Above all, I hate that I fucking love you.