"I have nobody to tell about my dark fantasies.
I have nobody to tell about my dark realities..."

Sometimes I feel it. I feel it like icy cold fingers around my neck. The suffocating thought that someone can see into my very soul. I somehow don't think people would like what they found there all to much. In fact I think they would run from my mind, screaming, if they were forced to live in my morbid thoughts, or be a part of them for one day. They'd see how much I really hate them, hate my friends...

I hate how much Hermione thinks so damn much of herself. How she constantly thinks she's better than everyone else. And you know, maybe she is. Maybe she is better than the rest. But with Hermione it's never ending, she looks down on upon you when you're wrong. The way she belittles all the good things a person can do and only thinks about the bad. How she makes everyone under her feel like complete shit when they're wrong. She's smart, yes, very intelligent indeed. But she runs off at the mouth and is ever fucking annoying. And sometimes I want to shove my cock into that flapping, Mud blood mouth of hers until it reaches the back of her throat and she chokes on every single fucking word she screams at me... And I'd laugh; I'd laugh the whole time...

Then there is Harry, brave, daring, famous, fucking , Potter... "Fear Harry Potter, he beat the Dark Lord, once when he was a sodding one year old." I know the damn boy better than any of you. He's not that great. He's a half-wit with school that is just as fucking scared as everyone else. But Harry thinks he can do it. Thinks he can, a fucking Half blooded boy can single handedly defeat the greatest Dark Lord of all times... I'd stop him... I'd tell him not to so damn daft about it and to let the elders like that old, twinkley ass Dumbledore or that stupid cunt McGonagall take care of it. I could tell him he'll die and that I don't want that. I could... But I wont. I wont because I really don't care if he lives or dies. Maybe I think Malfoy is right. Maybe I've been fighting on the wrong side all this time. And maybe, maybe I'm just jealous... If that's the case I want to take that jealously and shove it up The-Boy-Who-Lived fucking ass. I want to take my cock from the choking Hermione's mouth and push the fuckin hero to his knees and make him beg for me to fuck him. Then I want to shove my cock into his ass relishing in the joy of causing him more pain and the spill of semen and blood mixed together in a vile concoction... And afterwards, I'd laugh... Yes, I'd laugh again...

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Xav

Quote from ICP-Truly Alone