Torture

Second fic. More torture. Hence the title.

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I glare at Harry Potter as he helps that stupid git Hagrid with a Mooncalf. Why we had to have a Care of Magical Creatures class in the middle of the night is beyond me. The ruddy animal is really quite ugly. It dances around a pen while Potter and Hagrid try (in vain) to catch it. Potter has a really annoyed look on his face.

God, is it hot.

I almost forget that it's the middle of November and we're all freezing under our cloaks.

Dammit. I try willing the feelings away, in vain. I hate these classes with Gryffindor.

Potter's just fallen on his arse in the mud. I love to see him suffer. If only he were suffering in my hands...I have to get these thoughts out of my head. Quidditch...Snape naked...bugger. That's gone and made it worse. McGonnagal naked...oh ew. Much better.

Hagrid finally catches the thing. Harry is breathing heavily as he walks back over to Weasley and Granger. Even the way he walks makes me want to-it's a good thing these robes are big and bulky...

Oh god. Did that fool just say that we have to collect it's droppings? I can't take anymore of this. I slip towards the back of the crowd. I know I'm not the only one who doesn't want to be here. Many of us all share the same disgusted looks on our faces.

Hagrid's got the mooncalf on a chain now. I'll bet they had so much fun when the dungeons used to keep people in chains. Harry in chains...Harry shirtless in chains...I am sick.

Why Harry Potter? Of all people? I mean, even Crabbe or Goyle--wait a minute. Perhaps not them. I honestly can't stand him. It's just, he has this aura that pulls me towards him--I can't escape. When I'm near him I have to throw punches just to touch him. If he only knew the torture I go through after those fights...

That's it. I've got to get out of here before I go crazy. Let everyone else stand around picking up shit. I'm going back to the castle.