you hate him.
your friends hate him.
your family hates him.
him and his family.
they hate them because they are rich, insufferable, unbearable sodding bastards that hate everyone.
but you hate him in a different way.
you hate him because he makes you go weak at the knees.
because he smirks and the world seems to spin faster.
because he has a morbid sense of humour and he makes you laugh.
because he kisses you and you tingle.
because he makes you do all the things you swore you wouldn't do, not seriously.
he is rich and insufferable and unbearable and a complete utter bastard to everyone but you.
he smirks at you and you arch an eyebrow back.
you know what he is thinking and it makes you laugh.
you smile up at him and he still smirks.
the ground seems to twirl beneath you
you are frozen in place.
he is still smirking and you are still smiling.
you feel like he only sees you
then his smirk slides away and he smiles,
and you smirk because you know that he only sees you.
his face lights up.
he is perfect.
while the world is still
you wonder what he sees in you,
why he smiles like that only to you.
you're only a weasley, flaming hair and freckles.
bathed in warmth and light and love.
so different from him.
cold, unfeeling, darkness.
he is so pale,
he thrives in the dark.
has he seen the light before?
has he ever come out of his cold shell before you came?
he is ice,
and you know why he smiles like that only to you.
he needs you.
you need him.
he is half of you.
fire and ice.
you need him.
his smirks, his temper, him.
you hate him because you love him
and he loves you
he smirks at you.
A/N: Wow, this turned out better than I thought it would. It's still very weird though, and rather pointless. I didn't think I could write poetry that didn't rhyme. And I like not having any capitals, so there : P