Obsession
1992
"Tansy, you have a serious obsession with Harry Potter!"
Tansy was not listening; she was drawing a picture of Harry on a spare bit of parchment. Wonderful eyebrows, sexy eyes, the scar, perfect nose, the mouth… Oh no! Now Harry bore a distinct resemblance to a freakish exotic bird! Hastily, Tansy screwed up the piece of paper and chucked it in the fire.
"Do you write about him in your secret diary?" Hermione demanded rather rudely.
In truth, Harry was all Tansy wrote about in her secret diary, apart from her banter with Fred, but she decided to lie. "Not at all! I barely ever mention him. I have more important things to write about."
"Then," Hermione said with a smirk, holding up some pieces of parchment torn from a book, "why are these pages devoted to the poor guy?"
Damn! Tansy had ripped them out the other night after spilling pumpkin juice on them. Not enough to make the ink run, she thought bitterly.
"Urm… well you see…" Tansy was lost for words.
"Oh Merlin," Hermione said slowly, "you really are obsessed."
"I'm not! I'm just madly in love!" Tansy clutched her heart and tried to look romantic, then fell backwards off the sofa. Hermione sighed, hurling the diary entries into the fire.
