Manifesto No. 3

Summary: Sometimes the things that you want are so starkly different, that they are exactly the same. A close look at the disturbing inner workings of Draco Malfoy's mind.

Rating: R for violent images and themes.

Warning: implied slash; violent images

Disclaimer: Characters are not mine.

A/N: Written at 2:30am while escaping a horrid Literature assignment. Read with care. Draco's thoughts regarding Harry.

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I want to hold your hand.

I want to crush the bones in your fingers.

I want to slide that stray hair delicately behind your ear.

I want to rip those silky strands from their roots violently.

I want to lightly stroke the smooth skin on your crimson cheek.

I want to tear at it until there's an ugly gash, until I can see the thick, scarlet liquid ooze out.

I want to hold you in my arms, and shield you from all the pain you've been through.

I want to rip you apart until you are raw. I want to break you, to crush you, to render you defenseless and forever shattered.

I want to console you; save you; love you.

I want to hurt you; destroy you; kill you.

I want the whole world to cherish you.

I want to kick you down until you are so low that you can never get up again.

I want you to cleanse me until I am pure.

I want to taint you until it is indelible.

I want you to bring me into the light.

I want lure you into the dark.

I want you to kiss my fears away.

I want to paralyze you with terror.

I want you to put me back together.

I want to shred you open.

I want to love you the way that nobody ever has, the way that seems endure only in fairytales.

I want to be the villain to your hero, and be the one who brings you to your end.

I want to sit by you at night, and watch over you as you rest.

I want to poison you while you are oblivious.

I want to soothe your soul.

I want to defile it.

I want to be your world; your air; your heart.

I want to be your doom; your poison; your evil.

I want to love you.

I want to hate you.

But in the end, it doesn't even matter.

In the end, it won't make any difference.

In the end, it's all the same.

Really.