I Want

I want you to want me. I want you to ache for me every minute we're apart, the way I do. I want you to need me, to cling to me, for just a moment. I want you to tell everyone. I want you to tell Granger and Weasley, and to tell them to fuck off if they don't like it. I'm tired of being your dirty little secret, the guilty pleasure you indulge in every now and then. I want you to be willing to give it all up for me, the way I would for you. I want you to say my name, my *first* name, Draco, not Malfoy, sometime *other* than when you're five minutes from coming. I want you to think of me constantly. I want to be lurking at the back of your mind always. I want to you to love me, and say so, or *want* to say so, at least. I want you to tell me what you're thinking. I want to *know* you. I want you to be happy. With me. Because I'll only be happy with you. I want you caged in the way I am.