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.

Please…