Oddity, by epinvisig
Summery: It's human nature to need an obsession.
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It's rather odd, don't you think, that when you hate somebody so much that you wish they would fall off the face of the planet, never to be seen again, they become your reason for living and breathing?
When I was younger and was still holding with such fantasies, I would convince myself while getting dressed in the morning that Potter had died some horrible death in the middle of the night and would never plague me again. By the time I would enter the Great Hall I would be all but holding my breath, over-eager to see if Potter would be there or not.
He, of course, would be sitting amidst a sea of red and gold, chatting and laughing obnoxiously with all the other Gryffindorks he had deemed worthy of his presence.
I would scowl before replacing my mask of icy indifference and stalk over to the opposite side of the room where the Slytherin table was, plotting ways to make Potter miserable in every way I possibly could.
After breakfast each morning, I would make a point of getting close enough to him as we both left the room to direct a particularly scathing comment his way. He would always whirl around, and by the time he was facing me, I would be sneeringly awaiting his pathetically constructed comeback while he stood there looking like a fish out of water.
Nowadays, I spend near all of my sparse free time, in between dates with the witch of the week, homework, and mandatory shows of power to keep my hold over Slytherin, plotting ways to attract Potter's attention. Ways to make him scowl and scream and stamp his feet like a three year old, all the while throwing hexs my way that couldn't harm a fly.
I don't delude myself when I see clearly and say freely that I know him better than anyone else in the bloody world. I'll also admit without a fuss that he knows me almost as well. We both spend so much time together, thinking about each other, stalking each other for Merlin's sake, that the fact is now impossible to ignore and/or deny.
It is not only possible, but fact that we spend more time around one another than we do our respective friends/girlfriends.
I live for the next time I'll be able to land Potter in detention.
I await with bated breath the next opportunity to find out yet another of The Golden Boy's many weaknesses.
I adore getting him in trouble with Snape, knowing that I'll be looked over for detention.
I am addicted to the way he scowls and snarls at me, knowing that he is equally oblivious to anything and anybody outside of each other and our argument.
Whenever I might be having a really shoddy day, I know that I'll cheer up instantly with just a few well-aimed insults to Potter, maybe a short and completely barbaric fistfight.
Both Potter's world and mine revolve around each other.
Get over it.
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