No One Knows You More Than Me Queen Sabreen
aka Queen of Serpents
One Shot
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Do you remember that look on your face? The one you always give me whenever you have your way? That smug look you show the entire world? That look that only I know is a just a pretence? That look that masks your reality? That smirk and those inscrutable gray eyes of yours that only I’m able to decipher?
I always knew it was a farce. I always knew the real you. The scared little boy who wanted the entire world to be his puppet and he the puppet-master, just so that he wouldn’t need to be afraid of changes, afraid of anything that was out of the blue, afraid of anything that he didn’t understand.
I studied you for years. I know what expression you make when you want to hide the fact that you’re angry. I know the way the corners of your mouth tug to a smirk when you want to show the world that you are better than them, that you know something about them when you really don’t. I know why you look at me with scorn. It’s not because you’re disgusted by my presence. It’s not because I’m Muggleborn, but because you know that I’m better than you. It’s because you know that no matter what you do, you’ll never beat me. You’ll never know me the way I know you.
I also know why you kiss me so hard when we have sex that sometimes my image of you--your eyes, your face--it all becomes blurry with the pain and the tears. You do it so that I can’t see you, the way you give yourself away in that moment when everything just stops and you forget every single emotion but pleasure. You forget that you have to hide yourself from me.
I know why you kiss me like that. Force your tongue into my mouth, down my throat. I know why you bury your head in the side of my neck afterwards. It’s so that I wouldn’t see your face after that release you’ve been yearning for finally comes out. You hide from me that one moment so that I can’t see how much it pains you that you can’t read my expression but I can read yours.
Do remember that day? The day you first came to me? The day you first kissed me so hard that my lips were bleeding? The day you first found out that I knew who you were all along? The day I told you that you needed to stop trying to hide from yourself? The day I told you that you needed to stop trying to be like your father?
You don’t remember. Or maybe you just don’t want to listen to me. Acknowledge the fact that I know you more than yourself. Acknowledge the fact that I’m right once again and you are not. Maybe you just don’t want to give in.
But can’t you see, Draco? Can’t you see that this is only hurting you? Can’t you see that kissing me so that I would shut up, so that I wouldn’t pick out your faults and your imperfections is only going against you and not me? Can’t you see that you have to accept the fact that I know you more than anyone in the world? Can’t you see that even though I’m a Muggleborn, even though I’m supposedly inferior to you, I’m really not?
If you can’t see yourself, why can’t you let me tell you what I see in you? Stop trying to block me out by putting on that mask. Stop trying to get me to hate you by smirking and picking on my friends and calling me a Mudblood. Stop holding me against the wall while for your pleasure so I won’t speak. So that all I would do is scream and writhe in pleasure because you’ve got to let me tell you...
You’ve got to listen to me when I say, “No one knows you more than me.”
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