Author's note: All characters belong to the delightful Harry Potter universe created by J.K. Rowling. They are not mine. This short little thing was written simply to amuse myself one afternoon. I do not generally advocate Ron/Draco (although this is completely one-sided...as far as we know!), but this was a ton of fun to write. Enjoy! Comments and helpful criticism are enjoyed...flames are used to heat my freezing cold apartment!

I hate you.

I hate the way you laugh at us like we are merely jesters in your court. I hate the way you look through me and do not see who I am. I hate the way your lips curl into a sneer every time you come near us.

I hate the way your hair glints silver in the sunlight, and I hate that I wonder how it would feel to my touch.

I hate that you make me lose control. I hate that I would fight with you just to be able to touch you.

I hate that I dream about you every night, and I hate that in those dreams your lips willingly meet mine and your body responds with pleasure to my touch.

I hate that this will never happen in reality, and I hate that I want it to.

I hate how a glance from your piercing eyes turns my skin pink. I hate that a glance from my eyes screws your face up in disgust.

I hate how much I have to pretend. We talk about you so much, and I always must strive to show them all that no one could hate you more than I do. I insult you and spit when I say your name. I point out all your flaws. I try not to look at you when they are around. I hate that sometimes I cannot help myself.

They all think that I like Hermione. I guess they will keep on thinking that. Sometimes I wonder if she hates you the way I do. Hates you for everything that cannot be. Even if she does, she cannot feel as much passion as I do. No one feels so much about you as I do. No one else feels this hatred and pain and sadness.

Could you ever feel the same about me? I should not even ask. Of course you could not. You are too cold, too untouchable. You do not burn with passion, especially for someone like me. Someone you hate.

I never realized there could be different kinds of hatred. Hatred like the kind you bear me. Hatred like the kind directed at You-Know-Who. And the hatred I have for you which is so much like something else.

I hate that you have made me love you.