A/N: Hey, this poem is from Harry's point of view about his relationship with Draco Malfoy. Nothing to do with HBP! I am in denial!

I don't own the characters.

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I think it's the bitterness

I love about you.

That below zero feeling you suffocate me with;

That look you always have in your theatrical eyes,

Telling me not to count on you.

The way your spidery hands

Leave meticulously cold patterns over my burning skin.

Your voice thick with an accent not your own,

And your tattoos of the past,

Like photos you don't want to lose.

With your breath like frozen wine,

Leaving me cold and drunk,

The scent of your pale drained of color skin,

Telling me tales of sex and lies,

You bite your finger nails.

I think it's the bitterness,

I hate about you.

That below zero feeling you suffocate me with;

That look you always have in your theatrical eyes,

Telling me not to count on you.