by Acerbus
 
 
 

"Sometimes I think the dark is drawn to the light as a moth to a flame. Maybe it is the
nature of all things to be pulled towards their opposites."

- Elspeth, The Keeping Place.
 

I am a failure.

Everything that I have stood for, everything that my father stands for, and everything that his
father stood for. And his father stood for before him and so on.

Family history tends to be a bit repetitive for me.

I have been raised to be an emblem of the darkness, to spread fear and destruction, to rise
to the top and rule, I am not supposed to be stopped by anything.

Especially not a mudblood, Gryffindor girl.

Every time I look at her, my heart beats faster, and my legs trip over themselves. I envision
myself with her, by her side, laughing with her, running across the grounds, kissing her.

Kissing her.

Our bodies locked together.

Feeling.

Tasting.

Grabbing.

Holding.

I shouldn’t thinking like this. Control, I need control. If my father finds out…

But he won’t find out, how could he? No one knows except me, not even her. But she has
a boyfriend, a Gryffindor, one of her friends.

I will never have her.

It could never happen.

A smart, pretty, nice Gryffindor with a moody Slytherin with a reputation for dark arts.

Someone who is fully suspected being a death eater.

Her boyfriend is the type to become an auror. He’s the Gryffindor ideal, brave, from a family
of Gryffindor’s. Together they are the perfect couple, together since 5th year, they’ll probably
marry and he will have her forever. Her and I…

It would never happen.

Never. .

And I will be alone with my potions and my money, with my knives and my poisons.
 
 
 

I’m not sure who is speaking here, either Draco wanting Hermione or Snape wanting Lily, or it
could be some anonymous Slytherin lusting after an anonymous Gryffindor. You decide.