Then there was this kiss
He said that he couldn t resist
And was I aware of what I missed?
It was never meant to be like this. She hated his wandering, grabby hands, hated his bruising, hungry lips, hated his low voice and words, and hated his cold, glinting eyes most of all. She hated how wanton and needy he made her feel, and how cold and lonely she always felt when their secret, shameful meetings came to an end. She was a Gryffindor, and he a Slytherin, but in the dark, with her skirt hiked up around her waist and his mouth on her neck, none of it seemed to matter.
She hated him, and he loved that.