I'd always loved him.
From the moment I laid eyes on him, I was attracted to him. That messy black hair, dark rimmed spectacles - I was always one for the nerdy type.
I'd never believed in love at first sight, but something about this boy was different, taunting, almost.
But of course, with my luck, the only boy I was attracted to turned out to be Harry fucking Potter. The boy who lived. The source of my family's hatred.
Nevertheless, I wanted him.
I needed him.
Once on the Hogwarts Express, I was planning to invite Harry into my carriage. However, that repulsive red head stole him from me before my eyes.
Maybe I still had a chance - that's why I offered him my friendship. But the infuriating Weasly had already brainwashed him.
But I wasn't ready to give up. Since Harry had already decided that he hated me, I wasn't going to step down. I'd continue to taunt him, continue to give him reasons to notice me, until Harry Potter was mine.
