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A/N: Written in about a minute. Literally. I only realized just now that it probably won't make a lot of sense, but oh well. Consider yourself a genius if you figure out what I'm trying to get across, I guess XD I haven't updated in a while because I'm working on a fic, and also an original story, and it's kinda eating up all my creativity. Sorry ;;


jealousy

I really hate you, Potter. I truly, truly, do.

And it's not just regular old hate, either, and it's gone far beyond even loathing. I suppose, if you think about it, what I feel for you could be defined in one of two ways: hatred, and infatuation.

But don't flatter yourself.

I am infatuated because you are living my life; you have my friends, the admiration that I deserve, and, to top it all off, you even fly better than me. Whenever I see you, I get huge butterflies—seems silly to call them butterflies, more like hawks—in my stomach and I have an urge to touch you, hit you, hurt you.

Oh yes, Potter. Jealousy is a powerful thing; more dangerous, more dominant, even than love. Because if it weren't, well. I really don't think I'd be talking about hate.

.finis