The Destruction of a Man


"This was just for fun, Malfoy. You know that, don't you?"

He took me to pieces and I could never be rebuilt again.

"Don't pretend you felt something. I know what this was."

He reached inside me and pulled out my heart, my soul, every bit of stability in my life.

"You know it was just sex. I never wanted anything more."

And he put on his clothes and walked out of my room. Just left me laying there; Soiled, discarded and used. The steady beat of my pulse filling my ears, beating home the message I was nothing to him.

I loved him and he destroyed me. That's what this comes down to.




Now everywhere I go, every corner I turn, I see him there in perfect happiness. Inside I am rotting, contempt oozes through my veins like thick, black oil. The only thing that tells me I’m alive is the steady rhythm that beats in my ears every time I am alone, a painful reminder of the morning he threw me aside. I will never be the same.

I learnt to love you, Potter, with all my heart. I can learn to hate you just as completely.



BACK