I know I can have him, but is he worth all this?

I stare and stare, what a pair, he and his pureblood plebian fare.

Yes, I said fare not fair, she's only pretty enough to taste and devour once, isn't she?

She trusts, the idiot, stupid girl, and I can have him any time I want and I wish she'd stop holding his fucking hand.

I wouldn't hold your hand, Potter, but I'd be glad to lick your fingers, wrap my tongue around them, bite the square nibbled ends, and really, wouldn't that be better?

But are you worth it?

I ask myself every day, when I

Put on my robes and my

Fine leather shoes and I

Laugh about you and how you

Spilled your pumpkin juice at last night's

Dinner.

Clumsy little fuck.

If you only had me to hold the cup.

Would you spill it then, little sin?

They teach us not to glorify ourselves, when we all know I hold the reins of the school and the Ministry and my Father in my very hands but I don't hold you, do I?

Because I

choose not to.

I see you looking back. Your lips curl in a sneer while your eyes tell another story. The story of you and me, the story where you forget your little red haired nothing and learn the feeling of cold stone under your knees.

Only to please.

Me..

Tell me the story, I've got all night.

All right.

Maybe I will give in.

What am I saying? I never give in, you never give up, we remain locked in a Dance Where I Bleed.

And You Die.

And we say Goodbye in a tower of outrage, where they scream at us and scream and scream and you sound different when you scream my name dying.

Than when you scream my name coming.

And I don't want to hear either. Though I can have you any time. If you could only let it be one time, if you could assuage my senses and soothe the demon that makes me dream you, you and me and one candle in the dark.

But I have this Mark.

From birth. And so do you. And once we were locked together, we couldn't let go and you wouldn't let go and you'd get us both fucking killed, you stupid, stupid little world-saving twat.

I can have you, but are you enough to stay alive for?

Maybe.

Will I ever know?

Never.