Library Stalking

A/N: I can't lie when I say that I was amused w/ myself while writing this part.

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So this is what it's come to. Bollocks! All I need now is to get caught. He's only a few feet away, walking ahead of me towards the library. Only Granger is with him. Dunno where Weasley's gone off to.

They both enter the library, and I wait a full minute before going in myself. The place is fairly empty, maybe only Madame Pince and a few other students besides Potter and Granger. They were sitting at the table closest to the stacks. Granger is talking in a low whisper, "So he gets all uppity with me, and all I did was say hello to him and--" She stopped speaking as I walked by and watched me carefully. I diverted my gaze and disappeared into the stacks, where there was only one shelf, a mere two rows of books, between us.

"Malfoy was following us," Granger hisses. "Again." Blast. I had been noticed.

Potter looks concerned as he replies. "You think he's got a thing for you or something?"

"Ew!" A look of pure repulsion came across her face. Hey. Look, I know I'm evil and all, but that does *not* make me disgusting. "Harry Potter, you take that back right now." He laughed. "Besides, hasn't Malfoy ever struck you as just a bit," she lowered her voice to a whisper, "gay?"

She said it. I never said it. Has anyone else said it? Bugger it! Okay, calm, calm. The mudblood is fairly clever, all right, a freakin' genius, but that doesn't mean that everyone else has figured it out...oh god.

My mind is reeling and I don't hear his reply. She thinks I'm dodgy. No, not think, knows! Shit.

I find myself on the floor, staring at the shelves in front of me but not seeing the titles on the bindings. I sit there for a long time, thinking. I knew it, of course I knew it, but I didn't admit it to myself. When did I know? It all started back, I suppose back when I was...bollocks. When I met Harry Potter. Bloody hell. As if this could not get any worse. I could kill him, I really could.

But I'd fuck him first.

Everything is always bloody Harry Potter. Breathe. I pull myself up, to find the room void of people. I head towards my room, and hope to god he doesn't invade my dreams.