TOM

Trust me, I know exactly how you feel about me.

I have known since 1st year, since I stared at you for the first feast. You were scared of the attention I gave you and you tried to ignore me.

It was hard, right?

It was hard to ignore the student whom everybody idolizes.

You can't even tell them of your suspicions – because who would believe you?

Of course, you're pretty enough and you are well liked, but you're disturbingly common, so no one would really believe that I follow you around like a stalker. I don't think you're the first one that noticed – because some of my followers keep their distance from you at all times.

Your friends are totally obsessed with me. I won't lie, I keep on entertaining their fantasies just they'll talk to you about me before you go to sleep, just so that I am the last thing on your mind before you close your eyes.

It's incredible how people chose not to notice – right?

But you are not like the others. Or maybe you are. Actually, it's been 5 years now and I still can't explain why I am so disturbed by your mere presence in the room. There is nothing special about you.

I have you to thank for my grades at least – because the first time I opened a book at this school, it was for the purpose of impressing you. I wanted to watch your face when I would be congratulated and how you would react. But you never cared. You never once had the same look of fascination the others had when I had the answer to everything. After a while, it almost made me angry. How could you not notice me? How could you ignore me?

I relaxed when I understood that's how you were with everyone. I only saw you smile with your friends, which are all girls, good for you. You seem unfazed by the male gaze and you even try to avoid any interaction in general with other men.

I was surprised when you decided to join the Quidditch team of your house. Gryffindor needed new players in their teams after all, and they could do worse than you. I have never seen you play, and the others know better than to speak of childish matters when I am around. But it bothers me that now, everyone seems to know you.

You were invisible.

You should have stayed that way.

Now, I have to make sure you know you're mine.

You have brought this on yourself Desiree. You can only blame yourself.