Ever since that fated first day of school when Harry had refused to be his friend, Draco had made it his personal mission to make Potter's life a living hell. You didn't just refuse to be friends with Draco fucking Malfoy… and certainly not because you wanted the company of a Weasley; that was just not allowed. Everyday, for the past five years, Draco would take his seat at the Slytherin table in the Great Hall and watch Potter from across the room as he ate. It didn't matter what meal it was, he was always watching. It was an obsession. An obsession with Harry Potter. And it wasn't until he saw Potter following him one day during sixth year when the Gryffindor should have been getting ready for a Quidditch match that Draco realized Harry just might have the same obsession with him…