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You don't know how I feel about you, not how I really feel about you. You think you know, but you don't! You don't!
You think I hate you. Sometimes I even think I do. You're so stupid! You make all the wrong decisions. God, why did you have to go and be friends with those idiotic little Gryffindors? You could have been a Slytherin, you know. And you and I, we could have been…
But it's too late. You picked the wrong side! And what for? Why? Because you're stupid, that's why. You'd rather be friends with some dumb Mudbloods than come to Slytherin with me and become powerful! You could have had anything you wanted; you could have been a great wizard. And I – I could have had you. You could have had me.
But it's too late now, and it's too bad, really. I mean, you're incredible. You're famous. You're a Gryffindor. You're "noble" and "brave." You're Wonderboy.
But you picked the wrong side. I wish to hell you hadn't. If you'd just come with me, if you'd just – if you'd just –
But you didn't. You decided to go and be "good." You decided you wanted to do the "right" thing. And that's why I feel like I hate you sometimes. That's why I dream about killing you. Yes, that's right, I dream about killing you. I dream about smashing your head in with a rock! I dream about using the Unforgivable Curses on you! I dream about stabbing you and watching the dark red blood run down your body…God, I would like to kill you…I won't, of course, but you don't know how much I'd like to.
Or maybe you do. Maybe you do. But you can't know I have other dreams, Wonderboy. Dreams about loving you. Helping you. Kissing you, for God's sake!
Ugh! You picked the wrong side. The wrong side, Wonderboy. And you're going down in flames. And you know I'm going to enjoy watching such a beautifully hellish scene, Wonderboy, yes, I'm going to really enjoy watching the flames devour you.
But you don't know how I wish more than almost anything that they could devour me, too.