the hypocrisy of confidence by tini this is a harry + draco. it starts from one point of view (harry's) and switches to the other. (draco.) - would you? I look at you sometimes with your pale eyes and mercury mind and everything about you white like lilies, I look at how you paw at the bars of your unbreakable diamond locked box, I see you sulk and smirk and act the same character so consistently I lose myself in the tragedy. I can’t ignore how small you are for one with such big words, and you look even smaller in the folds of your proud house and heritage. how strange it is for a boy of your age to be so small. I watch you swear at me on the quidditch pitches as the gold glories sweep past your girl hands and you watch me win and I feel….bad but mostly I just think you must idolize me. but that can’t be true because the arrogance makes me feel un-true, un-golden, and strangely nice. would you? I look at you sometimes with your stupid fly-eye glasses and the jagged tear that spoils your face and how everything about you is secondhand and battered, just by being close to you. I look at how you stumble naïve, how your bottlebottomed specs never helped you to see anything, how you spend your summers in a closet full of spiders, I see you weep and fight and martyr yourself so readily it makes me want to jump, just to see if you’d even catch me. I can’t ignore how scared you are for one so brave, and how every time you’re praised you just shrink back more. how strange it is for a boy of your age to be scared of the dark. I watch you pray for me and fight for those who don’t deserve it, just because you don’t know any better, you’ll never learn that I don’t want your conversion and I feel…sorry for you but mostly I just think you must idolize me. it may not be true but it makes me feel a little better when the skulls spit snakes at me. would you? would you still love me if I wasn’t perfect?