"The reason I hate you is because I love you!"

Well, this is where I end up. Having the one person I could've ever imagined myself with, hating me beyond all comprehension. How could I have been so stupid? So blind? I can't forgive myself for this.

If I could, I never would have infatuated myself with him. If I knew of all the bruises and scars behind the milk-white skin, of all the conflict swirling around in his stomach, of all the confusion clouding his psyche and mind.

Every breath taken from his thin, pale lips caused him pain. Every steady beat from his heart made him wish he could just tear it out and die, a slow, painful death.

I wonder what went through his mind every time he was faced with the Dark Lord. . Every step taken, every spell cast, must've conjured up SOME thought. . Right? This. . This man cannot be the lonely, undiscovered soul he believed himself to be, so devoutly. .

Why sleights of fate and treachery always seemed to find him, I shall never know. Ever year it seems the same thing. Horrible things happen to him, never failing to cease.

I thought I was helping him. . I thought I was helping ease the emotions plaguing his mind. Really, I thought I was. I used to say nothing is set in stone, but he is. . I thought I was taming him, I thought I was breaking him, I thought I was helping. .

I suppose I only just realized that no one can be helped. . If they don't want to be helped. He never did say he wanted to be helped, by anyone. I hate that. I can't stand it. Why, if someone obviously needs help, don't they take it? It's only polite!

That is why I replied like this. .

"That makes no sense, Harry Potter! You can't hate and love me at the same time!"

And he replied like this. .

"Oh yes I can, Pansy Parkinson! I hate you simply because of the fact that you and your 'posse' have hated me since before. . I don't know, WE EVEN ENTERED THE DAMN GREAT HALL!"

"What kind of logic is that! You hated me because I hated you?"

I wanted to scream at him. To cause him pain for even thinking I hated him. I've never hated him. I've always felt the same way about him. Love. Love for every part of his being. I loved his green eyes, I loved his black-like-the-night hair, I loved everything.

"YES!"

"Harry, you need a slap in the face if you think that! I didn't hate you, I loved you past all reasoning!"

R/R!