A/N: I had to write this. It might acctually have a plot later on, but I'm not sure. Guess who it is on your review, and the prize will be...somethin, I dunno, I think rummaging through my closet will turn up some nice stuff...REVIEW!!!

Goddamn it, I know this is wrong. I know I shouldn't be feeling like I do, but how can I not? His green eyes sparkle like emeralds and his night black hair complements his tan skin. It's a wonder that he grew up the way he did, and still turn out…still slightly normal.

I know him better probably better than he knows himself. I know that he always pushes his bangs out of his face with his right hand, that he carries his books in his left hand - his wand in his right. But I want to know more. I want to know his deepest secrets and his secret desires, fears…But still I want to know more, like how he looks after a wild night of-

No, I won't torture myself like this, not any longer. For years I have thought about him, this boy-grown-man. My dreams are of him, my overwhelming passion of need. He fills my senses - My very soul thrives on him.

But still I am wrong. Wrong, sick, demented, evil…If only the world wouldn't consider me an outcast. No one knows, but they will soon discover the truth.

And then I'll be ruined.