Tell Me
I see you pass every assessment that ever came upon you.
I watch you walk with that Potter boy and see Weasel hang on your every word.
I feel your fingers tough my face coolly as you slap me in rage.
I know that you can never be mine, but please,
Understand my vomiting sensation,
Know that I cannot live without your sight every day.
All those words of horror meant nothing but an excuse to be near you.
Forgive me, I beg you!
If I were ever nice to you,
Father and my Slytherin companions would have skinned me alive!
How can I say this?
I love you Hermione,
To say it simply.
But simplicity is hardly enough in this complex situation!
There is no way you could love me,
And I respect that.
After all, I was always that itch on your back that you couldn't reach.
I will never be satisfied without you.
Would you mind if I just stabbed myself?
It's too late now.
We're too different.
We will never be the same.
A flower and a weed could never join hands in unity.
But is it possible for a weed to sprout petals?
Tell me, love,
I will hang on your every word.
I'm not like Krum or Weasley,
But I can love you like they did.
Tell me things will be all right.
I promise you,
You can slap me everyday from now on.
Pleaseā¦
