Disclaimer: Sadly, they are not mine.
Notes: My first Harry Potter fic. Thank your for reading and do give me your comments! Thank you!
I let myself hate you.
My reason for touching you.
Marking your pale smooth skin.
They bruise so easily
You bear my marks so beautifully.
Sometimes I hit you harder than I meant
and when you lay broken,
I hate you for the pang that is in my heart.
I curse your name.
I curse it with so much hate, so much anger
My throat burns and my voice remain hoarse for days.
Your name feels beautiful in my throat
I hate you for tempting me to whisper it.
I hate the way you love your father.
Why should you love a man like him
More than you hated me?
It's late in the night
and you are pressed against me.
Your breath tickling my jaw
Your delicate hands pressed against my chest.
You huddle closer as Filch stares in our direction.
Your body feels so cold,
I draw you closer
My arms around your slim waist.
Finally Filch moves away,
still muttering under his breath.
I feel you relax against me,
your body molding into mine.
We stumbled through the labyrinth of the dungeons
into a deserted room
and I pulled the invisible coat away from us.
"So Potter, what are you doing in here?"
And I could only stare
At the way the moonlight glister on your lips
The way they danced across your marble skin
The way your hair sparkle like a silver stream across your face
The way your eyes glittered with childish excitement and adrenaline from the just now.
And I claimed you.
Your soft lips
Your porcelain skin
Your enticing moans
Eden in your seductive body
You call my name.
Oh, hate me with your passion
Love me with your hatred.
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