And I Hate you too
...
"Have I ever told you that I really, really disliked you?" Every time you see me, in fact.
"Only occasionally," but I still find your fingers curling around mine.
"And yet, we still…" your hands are so warm.
"Just shut it, Potter," talking only makes me more conscious of who you are… and who I am.
"Tell me why we're..." in an empty classroom together?
"I said, I don't know," maybe because I'm obsessed?
"Then, I'm leaving, they're...they're probably wondering where I am," Don't break away...please.
"Just tell them you were studying in the library, like you always do," I pull him back, but I don't know what to do with him.
"Yea, like they'll buy that, Malfoy; they're not stupid, and sooner or later, they're bound to find out that we've been…," He's blushing, and I think I smiled.
"So let them find out…" Can I kiss you?
"Malfoy…quit it!" He rips away from me.
"Why can't I just-" but I know already.
"Because you're..."
"Because i'm The Villain," I finish for him. "And you're the hero...right?" But not just that, you're THE Harry Potter.
"It was completely wrong from the beginning anyway…," Was it really? I thought you liked it when I...
"Nothing changes between us," Too late.
"I still hate you," And he leaves.
"You've said that so many times already," It gets dull, you know.