I'm trying to branch out. This was a very dark (for me, anyway) piece I was inspired to write. Scary… Anywho. Draco and Harry. No infringement intended. Not that you could tell anyway.
All Seeing Eyes
I lurk in the shadows. I have memorized every nook, become intimate with every cranny that exists between each of his destinations. His blood would run cold if he was aware.
I can tell you how many breaths he takes in a minute, and the knowledge makes me shiver in delight. He moves one arm further back than the other when he walks. The left one. Know your prey. I do my homework.
He unconsciously steps on to the same stone on the staircase that leads to his dormitory. It amuses me to think that he might do it on purpose. If he only knew. He'd never sleep.
We banter. Let fly with cutting remarks, scathing replies and hateful looks. It gets to him, I know. He feels guilty. It's the goodness in him. It corrupts him from the inside. Father help me if it ever becomes contagious. I continue my ruthless assault. Gleefully.
I study him across the Great Hall, during mealtimes. He seems to shift uncomfortably under my gaze. Perhaps wishful thinking on my part. Father says I'll never amount to that. Stupid Granger.
I think long and hard as I lie in bed at night. What to do next, Where to slip in and out, unnoticed, and for how long to stay. Routine is boring, and predictable. Except for his, of course.
They say knowledge is power. In that case, he's doomed. I drift off into slumber with a smile on my face. He's mine.
