I wrote this story after realising that a girl I hate and she hates me back, always stare at each other. In class I'll look at her more often than my friends and I thought I'd write a fic about it.
Disclaimer: Dont own it.
The Look of Loathing.
Isn't it interesting how we concentrate more on those we hate. I know it isn't just me, I catch him watching me too. Isn't it odd how our famous Mr Potter gets along so well with the other members of staff at this table but he never looks at them. He's too busy looking at me. Once he catches my eye, he looks away, back to those dunderheads he calls friends. Why is that? And why do I watch him. I spend as much time looking at that boy as I do my Slytherin table. Perhaps I am just trying to keep the boy in check, but that should be McGonagall's job not mine. Perhaps the boy looks at me craving an ounce of my respect but his behaviour in class does not support this. Perhaps we are joined deeper and closer in our bond of hate than he will ever be to any of these other teachers. Hagrid, Minerva, even Dumbledore…and yet he looks at me.