No One Knows You More Than Me Queen Sabreen
aka Queen of Serpents
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 Iím 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 wouldnít need to be afraid of changes, afraid of anything that was out of the blue, afraid of anything that he didnít understand.
I studied you for years. I know what expression you make when you want to hide the fact that youíre 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 donít. I know why you look at me with scorn. Itís not because youíre disgusted by my presence. Itís not because Iím Muggleborn, but because you know that Iím better than you. Itís because you know that no matter what you do, youíll never beat me. Youíll 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 canít 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. Itís so that I wouldnít see your face after that release youíve been yearning for finally comes out. You hide from me that one moment so that I canít see how much it pains you that you canít 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 donít remember. Or maybe you just donít want to listen to me. Acknowledge the fact that I know you more than yourself. Acknowledge the fact that Iím right once again and you are not. Maybe you just donít want to give in.
But canít you see, Draco? Canít you see that this is only hurting you? Canít you see that kissing me so that I would shut up, so that I wouldnít pick out your faults and your imperfections is only going against you and not me? Canít you see that you have to accept the fact that I know you more than anyone in the world? Canít you see that even though Iím a Muggleborn, even though Iím supposedly inferior to you, Iím really not?
If you canít see yourself, why canít 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 wonít speak. So that all I would do is scream and writhe in pleasure because youíve got to let me tell you...
Youíve got to listen to me when I say, ďNo one knows you more than me.Ē
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