I Hate Everything About You

I HATE EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU

Every time we lie awake,
After every hit we take,
Every feeling that I get,
But I haven't missed you yet,
Every room-mate kept awake,
By every sigh and scream we make,
All the feelings that I get,
But I still don't miss you yet,

I never go to sleep after I've been with you. I know you don't either. I would never fall asleep in your arms. All the feelings I have for you come out when I'm with you. But when you're gone I never miss you. We always keep our roommates awake, whether it's mine or yours. They never know it's you. They always think it's Ron or Harry. Ha, that's a joke. They barely even realize I'm a girl at all. But you, you know I'm a girl, don't you? All the feelings come out when we're together, but I don't miss you when you're gone....

Only when I stop to think about it...

It's funny every time I stop to think about us, I realize how strange it is. We are totally opposite. I'm a Gryffindor, you're a Slytherin. I'm a Light Angel you're a Death Eater. I'm a Muggle-born, or Mudblood as you like to call me, and you're a pureblood... no one suspects us... ever. But every time I think about us I come to the same conclusion....

I hate everything about you,
why do I love you?
I hate everything about you,
why do I love you?

I hate everything about you. I hate your smirk. I hate your family. I hate the way you say my name. I hate the way you insult me. I hate the way you make me feel when we're in bed. I hate all the things you do to me. I hate the way you look at me. Why do I love you?

Every time we lie awake,
after every hit we take,
every feeling that I have,
But I haven't missed you yet.

It's not like this happens only once and a while. We do it all the time. I'm addicted to you. And you're addicted to me. We have no control over our lives except in our moments together. I don't trust you. I would never allow myself to fall asleep in your arms. I have the feeling of control when I'm with you, but I still don't miss you when you're gone....

Only when I stop to think about it...

If my 12 year-old-self met my now 16 year-old-year-self the 12 year-old would probably slap the present me right across the face. Sometimes when I think about it I want to kill myself. I say 'Hermione what the hell is wrong with you, you stupid whore?!' But then I remember why we're together and I realize....

I hate everything about you,
why do I love you?
I hate everything about your>

I realize I hate everything about you. I hate your twin storms you call eyes. I hate your thin strands of silver you call hair. I hate those pale pink pillows you call lips. I hate that warm pale rock you call your body. Why do I love you?

I hate.
You hate.
I hate.
You love me.

I hate you, Draco Malfoy. I hate you more than words can say. Yes, the great lovable Hermione Granger hates someone. And I know you hate me too. Why do we love each other? Why can't everything be normal again? I hate you. You hate me, but you love me? WHY?

I hate everything about you,
why do I love you?