Some days I don't know wether I want to punch you or throw you to the ground and ravish you. It's almost like every time I see you all I think about are the things we could do together, the highs we could reach. And every time you look my way I see the want in your eyes. I see what you deny; I see your lust, your desires. I see my emotions and feelings reflected in your eyes.
And still we deny ourselves.
I wonder sometimes why you deny yourself what you want. You use to claim that a Malfoy always gets what he wants. But still you deny yourself.
It's the same for me; I look in the mirror and see a scruffy boy who denies himself what he wants because he thinks it bad, that no one will love him if he admits his feelings. A boy who's scared to admit his feelings, who fears rejections.
A boy so scared by his past that a joyful future is inconceivable.
Maybe one day we will admit it, come out of the darkness. One day we won't have to hide our meetings, fleeting kisses in dark corners. One day when a Gryfindor and Slytherin can find their courage. One day I will say I love you, and you will reply in the same.
