Behind The Mask Chapter 3 Tom
Now there was one more love affair before the summer was over. I thought maybe if I wasn't doing to well with girls, so maybe I swung the other way. So I dated my friend Tom Malance. Oh boy it was bad. We both wanted to be dominate, so after one night together, we broke it off. I didn't get to make him cry, we are both equally tough. But I won't forget that rolling contest we had...Oh...I cringe when my brain reminds me of the fight Potter and I got into, how he...Oh God, I won't go there!
That's why I hate Potter, he just has to do everything better. He cries better, kisses better, makes me feel something...anything better. Why? I hate him don't I? Of course I do! I'm just letting him get to me. Damnit! He just made me admit that! Well I did admit it, but it still was his fault! Even I am ganging up on me. I hate him. And I would hate Dumbledore at the beginning of the year; I just didn't know it then.
Thanks to him, Harry Potter got to me. And he changed me for the better. God, I hate him. Because I like him, I care about him. But I won't tell him that, and if you do you're dead. He has many death wishes on his plate as well; more then a boy his age should have, it's because of his death wish that I'll hate Dumbledore and him. Maybe he's all right just maybe. But I'm not telling him. Scar-head doesn't need an ego boost thank you very much. I hate him; I hate him, because I...I...Well I don't know.
~Fin
Now there was one more love affair before the summer was over. I thought maybe if I wasn't doing to well with girls, so maybe I swung the other way. So I dated my friend Tom Malance. Oh boy it was bad. We both wanted to be dominate, so after one night together, we broke it off. I didn't get to make him cry, we are both equally tough. But I won't forget that rolling contest we had...Oh...I cringe when my brain reminds me of the fight Potter and I got into, how he...Oh God, I won't go there!
That's why I hate Potter, he just has to do everything better. He cries better, kisses better, makes me feel something...anything better. Why? I hate him don't I? Of course I do! I'm just letting him get to me. Damnit! He just made me admit that! Well I did admit it, but it still was his fault! Even I am ganging up on me. I hate him. And I would hate Dumbledore at the beginning of the year; I just didn't know it then.
Thanks to him, Harry Potter got to me. And he changed me for the better. God, I hate him. Because I like him, I care about him. But I won't tell him that, and if you do you're dead. He has many death wishes on his plate as well; more then a boy his age should have, it's because of his death wish that I'll hate Dumbledore and him. Maybe he's all right just maybe. But I'm not telling him. Scar-head doesn't need an ego boost thank you very much. I hate him; I hate him, because I...I...Well I don't know.
~Fin