Disclaimer: Own Harry Potter I do not.
It's always been the way between us. We fight. We clash. But then its back to the outside for me. I have no permanent holding in your thoughts. And it hurts. So I insult, and tease, and fight back. It's the only way I've found to get your attention.
You hate me. I know that. Yet I still carry on. Because even a glare is better than never being noticed at all. A curse to my gut, a punch to my face. Its still better than you never knowing me. I tell myself that every time you walk away with that look on your face.
You still don't know the real me. The me who wants to be heard. The me who wants to be noticed for good. Me, who wants to step out of my father's shadow, and be remembered, not for being the son of a Death Eater, or a Death Eater myself(never that, please never that!). I want to be remembered for me. Just me. But no one notices. Least of all you. The golden one. The-Boy-Who-Just-Wont-Die. I'm the prince of the Slytherins. That's all I am. And I hate it. So I fight.
Now when you look at me, you see an enemy. Someone who can only do terrible things. But it's fine. I can deal with it. At least you're thinking about me at all.
I deserve the hatred. It came before I got to Hogwarts, and it will continue long after I leave. When I think about you, watch you, I know I don't stand a chance. I've done too well with my insults, with pushing people away. It for the best though.
I mean, even being hated is better than being ignored. Right?
It has to be. There's nothing else I can do now. It's too late.
A/N: So this came to me while reading Not enough by emo barbie. It was just there in my head. It's complete. And I honestly don't think that there's anyway to keep it going anyway. I am trying to work on Trust Me. I'm just out of inspiration, and sometimes the best way to deal with writers block is to write something different.