To me, you're undiscovered

To me, you're undiscovered. A code waiting to be cracked. A riddle waiting to be a solved, but at the same time a secret worth keeping. You're a mystery, one for Scooby and the gang to solve. Ha, I bet you don't even know who that is. Seeing as it's a muggle television show you would have nothing to do with it right? You're so ignorant, I hate you. High and mighty, king of it all. At least that's how you were. Something happened to you, that night on the tower, it was the first time my eyes opened and I really saw you. Really saw you for someone different than the obnoxious shit that I thought you to be. I saw you as someone with actual human emotions. Anyone could tell that night that you were scared shitless. I know the reason you almost killed Dumbledore was to save your family. I could never hold that against to you. If I ever admitted this to anyone they would probably have me committed to St. Mungos, but honestly I think what you did was very noble. If you had gone through with the plan to kill Dumbledore, you would have risked Azkaban, all to save your family. While I don't care much for your family, I would have done the same thing. That was the day I knew you had changed.

Change.

When I think of you, I think of change, the seasons, people, everything, especially you, you change. You have changed, and I've watched you change for the past seven years, watched as you've grown, matured, become better than what I and I think even you, ever imagined that you could be. I've watched you become a man, no longer that nasty little shit I knew you to be all those years ago. You've become someone worth staying awake for, thinking of late at night. For what it's worth Malfoy, I still hate you. I hate the way you think your always right. I hate the way you watch me when you think I'm not looking. Trust me, I'm looking always.

Always.

You and me together always. I think about it almost everyday. How it would be if there was no one to stop us. Its irrational, don't I know it but a guy can dream right? Then there's the small fact that you hate me. Hate's a strong word. Appropriate for you and I, everything the hate, the fighting, was always strong between us. Don't worry, as I said before I hate you too. At least that what I continuously tell myself

Delusional.

I think I've gone delusion. What else would explain the fact that everywhere I go you seems to be haunting me. You're everywhere, maybe I am crazy. I don't know what it is about you but no matter what I do I can't get you out of my head. You're like a parasite, sticking to me, draining me. No matter what's happened in the past 7 years it's always come down to you. I know that sounds dramatic but its true. Not to feed your already colossal sized ego, but my world does seem to revolve round you. Everything you did, especially last year, was draining me, making me obsess over you. If I didn't know better I would think you had me under some spell. But why would you do that, seeing as you hate me as much as I hate you. I really am going delusional, I don't hate you. I like you? I don't know how I feel about you, but whatever I do feel its making me go pacing around the grounds late at night, because I can't sleep, with you plaguing my mind ever night, and day. I need to shake it off; I need to shake you off. I'll just go upstairs and sleep, and in the morning I'll forget all about you. As I'm walking through the entrance hall I took one glance towards the stairs leading to you common room. You'd probably laugh out loud if you knew that I actually consider going to your common room and waiting there for you. I cleared that thought out of my head and started walking up the stairs. Third floor, fifth floor, seventh floor. Finally, I can sleep. I walked down the corridor towards the Gryffindor common room when I noticed that there was a person outside of it pacing. I laughed. It was probably Neville trapped out side after forgetting the password. Again. But, Neville doesn't have blonde hair, and Neville isn't that tall. No one in Gryffindor tower has hair that blonde. If I didn't no better I would say it was-. No it couldn't be, you would never drag your ass up here. That's just ridiculous. Ten feet away now, I peered through my glasses and almost gasped. It was you.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" I said surprised at how confident I was able to keep my voice.

You turned and scowled.

Oh Shit.