Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

Author's notes: A random poem about the feelings Harry has experienced with Draco over time. Implied slash.

Dedication: I dedicate this poem to no one, because it sucks THAT badly.

And now, Sakai Michiba presents,

What I Feel

What I felt

What we used

What we sought

A game that we played

On and on and on

Ire

What burned

As an adjective,

How I thrived

Looking at you

Seeing nothing, nothing at all

Despise

What I did

Every time we met

Every time I thought

That sneer, that laugh

Tearing at me

Detestation

From the moment we met

No, not then,

But after

As I grew to know

Your hubristic gaze

Indifference

What grew between us

As the years rolled on

As hate lessened

As we grew up together

As we forgot

Interest

A mention

A sharp turn of the head,

I looked, there

You were standing

Looking at me, too.

Intensity

That gaze, never faltering

A step, two, three,

Reaching, a touch

Suddenly, I’m falling

And you’re beside me.

There was no hate after that.

A smile, a wink, a nod,

Yes, but no hate

Just two letters and a scramble

Away from want

And that’s how I feel now.