A/N: A spur of the moment Drarry. Written becauseI'm in a weird mood.

Disclaimer: I own nothing at all. My initials are RH, not JK.

Three

Three. What is about three? Everything seems to come in threes. English teachers always go on about the rule of three. They say that you use three adjectives to make a perfect sentence. Macbeth had three witches. The Big Bad Wolf had the three Little Pigs. Sleeping Beauty had three fairy godmothers. The Golden Trio. The list goes on and on.

And I've got three words for you.

In fact, I have several sets of three words for you.

I hate you.

I hate the way you make me feel. I hate the fact that you seem so perfect. I hate that I don't hate you at all.

I need you.

I need you to hate me back. I need you to keep up the charade when I can't. I need you.

I fear you.

I fear the way you make the world light up. I fear the way you make the blood pump in my veins. I fear that one day I'll forget that I'm supposed to be scared and let myself feel safe near you.

I love you.

I love you more than I've ever love anyone. I love the way you walk, the way you talk, the way you taunt me, the way you make me feel alive. I love you more than life itself. I love the way you're strong enough to hold onto the rivalry that we have, even if you're only pretending, like me.

I want you.

I want you all to myself. I want the world to disappear, just so I can have you. I want you to disappear so that I don't want you anymore.

But the thing that I want most is to go back just a few seconds and stop you from saying those three words, because if you hadn't, the way we have to pretend to be would be almost bearable.

I want to erase those words from my memory.

I want to believe they were a lie.

I want to not care.

I want to stop being Harry Potter.

I want to be someone who can take those three little words and make the mean something. Make them change my life.

But I can't have what I want, can I?

So until the day when I can hold onto them and let them make me happy, take back your words Draco Malfoy. And keep them safe, because I will want them someday. Just not now. All they will do now is hurt me.

I'll let myself treasure them for one more second before I have to yell at you to leave me alone. That you're a freak. That I don't feel the same.

One second before I have to break your heart and mine.

One second where the words 'I love you' can fill me up and make me whole.

One second where we both know that I want to say 'I love you' back.

One second before I give you three words that I don't want to mean what they say.

I hate you.

OOOOOO

A/N: Omg. I'm about to kill myself over the angst and I wrote it. Please tell me what you think.

Sequel - 'Two' - now available.