A/N: For Connect the Characters Challenge, I was given Narcissa Black. It is also my first time writing 2nd person. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

Hatred

Hate is not an emotion you are proud of, but when it came to your sister, hate was the only

emotion you knew how to feel. She stole him from you, those stolen kisses, and the rush of doing

the wrong thing. She stole his cute smile that was made for you. But most importantly she left you

to be stuck to the betrothed man you had no interest in.

So you hated her, because witnessing her, at a coffee shop, making eyes at the boy you were

almost comfortable enough to admit you loved, hurt you beyond repair. So you wait until she

needs to leave, and it takes a while, she barely wants to detach herself from the Hufflepuff boy

you knew from school. But she does and within moments you swoop in and take her seat, like she

did so easily to you. You look up at the boy, his soft blue eyes concerned, maybe for his safety.

But you are not here to hurt him; you are here for many other reasons.

"Ted," you say his name softly because it rolls of your tongue to easily, you might even get caught

up in repeating it.

"Cissa," he replies politely using a nick name you left behind, just as he left you.

"My sister," you let the words seep out of you, full of acid and hate, laced with the pain you feel

so freshly.

"Cissa," he said this time he was exhausted, like you had had this conversation before. But you

hadn't, because he could barely spare you a moment once he meet your sister. "You said yourself

we wouldn't work," he throws at you a statement you and he both know is not entirely true. It is

then you realise, he never truly cared for you. It was your sister he was after all along, and he

won. So you stand up, no longer interested in this conversation or him, your heart almost to hurt

to beat in a constant rhythm. The anger in your turn faces you towards the one person you have

no interest in talking to, your sister.

She smiles, and for a moment you are weakened, because she thinks you are here for her, to give

her a blessing no family member has been able to do. Instead you sneer until she frowns, so you

smile a crooked nasty smile, because you still hate her, and now you hate him.

"I felt like I should see the poor excuse of a man you ditched our family for," you say acid dripping

down between the three of you. Theodore stares at you, his soft blue eyes saddened for you. It

makes you angrier, because he should not be sad for you, you are stronger than he is, so you will

move on and move forward. You stalk out of the shop, head held high and breathing slowing down. The sun is harsh but the heat is barely noticeable against your cold lifeless skin.

You can't help but take one last fleeting look at the man and woman sitting across from each

other. They are smiling, laughing and above all happy, emotions you envy, and long for. It is in

that moment that you forget your sister, she no longer matters to you and neither does the

useless man that sits across from her. And that is the root of your hatred, because the world is

now black and useless, and nothing deserves your happiness from here on out.