Authoress's notes: hi all. This is a piece I wrote for a friend (she wanted some slash for her birthday...) and since she wanted it in Hebrew (yes, I'm from Israel; it's in my bio) I did it in English first and then translated it. Her birthday's in a while and I wanted an opinion before I gave it to her. So tell me what you think.

Pairing: Harry/Draco.

Rating: PG-13, I suppose. There are a few implications of sex, but no graphic descriptions.

Disclaimer: I own nothing besides the computer I'm typing on. HP and DM belong to JK Rowling, and the song Poison belongs to Alice Cooper.

You remind me of an old song I once heard on the Muggle radio...

Your cruel device
You're blind, like ice...

Your eyes, at least, can be icy at times. When you concentrate, they turn a silvery shade so light they can nearly be white. When you're angry they turn bluish, reminding us all how cold you can be. Cold as ice and arctic wind. But when you're lustful – that's when your eyes turn the most beautiful shade of grey. Like molten silver, they shine, even in the darkness, always drawing me near.

One look could kill
My pain, your thrill...

You're an egotistic little bastard, you know that? Sometimes you really can make me feel as though I'm about to die – at classes when people expect us to still hate each other. And, to be truthful, I do still hate you at class. It's how I've grown to respect you, really, as an equal worth knowing and hating. When you look at me like that... it's as if you really do still hate me.

I wanna love you but I better not touch
I wanna hold you but my senses tell me to stop
I wanna kiss you but I want it too much
I wanna taste you but your lips are venomous poison
You're poison running through my veins
You're poison
I don't wanna break these chains

You truly are poison, you know that? You're a venom that I can't find the cure for, nor do I want to. I don't want to break the chains that bind me to you – the chains of love. If anybody else found out, they'd certainly try and break these chains. We were not meant for each other, but then... perhaps we were. You know, hate love?

Your mouth, so hot
Your web, I'm caught

Our kisses are intense. Your mouth is scalding velvet, burning me with every touch. Our tongues meet, tentatively at first. Then they dance with passion. We do have a passion in us – it's evident in everything we do. During classes we hate each other with a passion. When we meet alone, it's love. And the sex... well. I can only say so much.

Your skin, so wet
Black lace on sweat

No, you do not wear black lace, I know that – but you do look lovely in dark colours. They contrast with your everything: your eyes, your hair, your skin. You do sweat, however. Your skin is hot and wet when we make love, your slim chest rising and falling erratically with your breaths. You are thin, but not as frail as you look. You are strong, I know it. I feel it every time.

I hear you calling
And it's needles and pins

Your voice is arrogant, aristocratic, cold. And yet, when we make love, we're equals. We're both equally strong, though I have a slight advantage of a bulkier weight.

I wanna hurt you
Just to hear you screaming my name

And when you do ... it sends shivers down my back.

Don't wanna touch you but you're under my skin

You're inside me, around me, with me every moment of the day. You get under my skin in each class, and it's so hard not to just run into your arms and kiss you. Let everybody see. But I know I can't.

I wanna kiss you but your lips are venomous poison
You're poison running through my veins
You're poison
I don't wanna break these chains...