Mad; adjective, mad·der, mad·dest, noun, verb, mad·ded, mad·ding.
1. mentally disturbed; deranged; insane; demented.
2. enraged; greatly provoked or irritated; angry.
3. (of animals)
a. abnormally furious; ferocious: a mad bull.
b. affected with rabies; rabid: a mad dog.
4. extremely foolish or unwise; imprudent; irrational: a mad scheme to invade France.
5. wildly excited or confused; frantic: mad haste.
6. overcome by desire, eagerness, enthusiasm, etc.; excessively or uncontrollably fond; infatuated: He's mad about the opera.
7. wildly gay or merry; enjoyably hilarious: to have a mad time at the Mardi Gras.
8. (of wind, storms, etc.) furious in violence: A mad gale swept across the channel.
It was maddening, this need to look at her.
Maybe he should turn himself into Saint Mungo's for some sort of treatment . . . if such a treatment existed in the wizarding world.
That's what his parents would do if they knew how he watched her, wanted her, dreamed of her every single night. The Golden Girl. His golden girl. The golden girl that he wished was his.
Every move she made, he saw.
The way her eyes lit up when she got an answer right in class. The way she tapped her bottom lip with her quill when she worked on her essays in the library. The way she smiled in her sleep when she fell asleep in the big chair in the corner over there.
Sometimes, he pretends that she's dreaming of him, that she's secretly attracted to him too.
He know that's a foolish thought. As if she would ever look twice at the boy who's caused her so much pain in their years at school.
He knows that he's very attractive, he knows that women from all four houses watch him in the way that he watches her, he knows that he has an attractive body, beautiful silky white-blond hair, and a shining smile.
Problem is, the smile's never real.
She's the only one who makes him smile for real.
When he thinks of her, when no one is around. When she smiles happily, the sight makes him want to smile with her.
That's one of his favourite fantasies: working beside her in class, his knee bumping hers, matching her smile-for-smile every time they touch.
His other favourites involve alabaster skin sliding against alabaster skin, fingers tangled in hair, and lips everywhere. He imagines making love to her more than a boyfriend would, let alone a sworn enemy.
He tried to tell himself that it was wrong, that he was better than this, that she didn't deserve him, but a tiny voice always whispered back that it felt too good to be wrong, that no one is too good for this, and that he doesn't deserve her.
He wants her so badly it's consuming.
He needs a fix so he can get her off his mind.
I am a big fan of Dramione and I love antihero characters. Their development is always so interesting. I was trying to challenge myself by writing with word prompts, and this happened. Hope you all enjoyed it!