Disclaimer: Harry Potter does not belong to me! I only take the characters out occasionally and play with them in my morbid cruel way.

You are taunting me I know that much for certain. All pale skin and silky hair. I watch you did you know?

I bet you don't.

I watch you through the library windows as I attempt to do my Defence homework but then I see you.

See you outside.

In the rain.

You think that no one knows, sees you as you finally let your hair down, unfold your masks and be yourself and in many senses you are correct.

But I see you.

I see you without all the masks and it makes me want you even more.

Such grace and poise,

Such beauty.

Even when dancing in the rain.

I want to take you away from this bitter world and lock you away, hide you, keep you safe.

Let me won't you?

Let me protect you this I implore of you.

Or at least insure that no one else will ever have the chance to spoil you before I.

It will taint you did you know?

The magic that they make you do.

Dark magic, evil magic.

It is bad for your soul and spirit.

I know you are taught it and that makes my heart ache and my vision red with rage and jealously.

Fore I wish you to be pure, innocent and untainted so that I may take that all away from you myself.

I admit to my perversions, my sins.

All of that is you.

So as I watch you spinning round in circles in the rain with that smile on your face I am forced to admit to thinking of something much more sinful.

I am imagining your body withering under mine.

I am imagining the noises you would make as I deflower you.

I am imagining many many many sinful things to do to you.

I am rather beastly aren't I?

But you make all that and more.

You are the Beauty to my Beast?

So come Draco.

Come Draco into my arms.

Come be Little Red Riding Hood so I may be the wolf only this time I will not be after you to eat but to devour.

I cannot concentrate with you outside laughing and dancing.

It is driving me to insanity.

I wish you would go back inside.

I fear you might catch a cold and then I will not see you in The Great Hall.

I do not care I must admit to you being sick but only if I may care for you.

I am quite quite perverse aren't I?