Part II: Hating You For Him
I hate you, Harry Potter.
I hate you in ways so deep that you could never even know.
You think it's because of my father?
Or because of Lord Voldemort?
Hah!
That may be why it started… But don't you remember? I asked if you wanted to become my friend… Our very first year… Do you remember? I knew who you were. Do you really believe, that if I was so loyal to Voldemort, or my father, that that thought would have even have crossed my mind?
No. I have better reasons to hate you.
Only one reason actually. The best reason in the world, and you don't even know… Don't even care… My one reason, one reason enough to make me hate you, is standing next to you right now. And he's looking at you with such a sad expression on his face. Can't you see that he's been crying, Potter? Can't you tell, can't you sense it? How he loves you… And I will never understand why.
Yes, Potter, I have… Feelings… for your 'best friend'. Yes, I am in love with Ron Weasley.
How can you do the things you do to him? He has such sweet brown eyes… I will never know them the way you do. They stare at you with love, and they stare at me with hate. Even though I have never seen them shine, in any light of happiness, it's still a special treat, a delicious one, to see them at all.
I really didn't think about it, Potter, but I saw it today in potions for the first time. You don't look at his eyes. You don't even look at him. Just straight through him, like he doesn't matter.
If I had him the way you do, I would lay the world at his feet. I would move mountains for him, and give him everything that I owned. I would get down on my knees and beg for forgiveness if I ever made him sad. You have him. And what do you do? You use him as a door mat.
It makes me seethe. It makes me so angry, so angry. You have the best thing in the world, and you treat him like garbage.
Let me tell you something, Harry Potter. If I could, and I can, I would rip you limb from limb. If I could, and I can, I would tie you up and bury you up to your neck on the beach, where I would wait for high tide with a smile on my face. And if I could, and I can, I would throw you off the highest tower of the largest castle, and laugh with the first wave of joy that I have never felt before. I can. But I can't. And I can't, only because he loves you.
I'm going to carve something into my leg tonight. On my thigh, so that I will always know. It will just me simple, and it will probably scar. That would be a good thing.
It's probably going to say something stupid and sappy. Something like this:
Draco will love Ron forever.
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I hate you, Harry Potter.
I hate you in ways so deep that you could never even know.
You think it's because of my father?
Or because of Lord Voldemort?
Hah!
That may be why it started… But don't you remember? I asked if you wanted to become my friend… Our very first year… Do you remember? I knew who you were. Do you really believe, that if I was so loyal to Voldemort, or my father, that that thought would have even have crossed my mind?
No. I have better reasons to hate you.
Only one reason actually. The best reason in the world, and you don't even know… Don't even care… My one reason, one reason enough to make me hate you, is standing next to you right now. And he's looking at you with such a sad expression on his face. Can't you see that he's been crying, Potter? Can't you tell, can't you sense it? How he loves you… And I will never understand why.
Yes, Potter, I have… Feelings… for your 'best friend'. Yes, I am in love with Ron Weasley.
How can you do the things you do to him? He has such sweet brown eyes… I will never know them the way you do. They stare at you with love, and they stare at me with hate. Even though I have never seen them shine, in any light of happiness, it's still a special treat, a delicious one, to see them at all.
I really didn't think about it, Potter, but I saw it today in potions for the first time. You don't look at his eyes. You don't even look at him. Just straight through him, like he doesn't matter.
If I had him the way you do, I would lay the world at his feet. I would move mountains for him, and give him everything that I owned. I would get down on my knees and beg for forgiveness if I ever made him sad. You have him. And what do you do? You use him as a door mat.
It makes me seethe. It makes me so angry, so angry. You have the best thing in the world, and you treat him like garbage.
Let me tell you something, Harry Potter. If I could, and I can, I would rip you limb from limb. If I could, and I can, I would tie you up and bury you up to your neck on the beach, where I would wait for high tide with a smile on my face. And if I could, and I can, I would throw you off the highest tower of the largest castle, and laugh with the first wave of joy that I have never felt before. I can. But I can't. And I can't, only because he loves you.
I'm going to carve something into my leg tonight. On my thigh, so that I will always know. It will just me simple, and it will probably scar. That would be a good thing.
It's probably going to say something stupid and sappy. Something like this:
Draco will love Ron forever.
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