Misery

A/N: It's almost over. One more part. I know you're sad.

Stalking is a hard habit to break. Finals are a few days away, and the library is always packed. I'm watching him over my books. I don't think he sees me. "Watching potter again, are you?" I turn slowly to see who is addressing me this time. A Slytherin fourth year by the name of Malcolm Baddock.

I turn around to him, tired. Pansy had won her little bet, so naturally, the whole school knew. "Look Baddock, I'm not in the mood for this. Really. Why don't you just march on back from whence you came, and let me alone before I turn you into...oh, I don't know, an armadillo."

He sneers in response. This isn't going to be easy. "Yeah, Potter's just so hot, isn't he? So what do you like best about him? His ass? His dick? I'll bet it's his ass. You'd just like to jump him from behind and--"

One second I'm sitting in my chair, the next I'm ramming him into a bookcase, all eyes on us as I have him by the front of his robe. "Okay. That's enough. You like talking about it so much; maybe you'd like it up the ass? Huh? Right here in the library, in front of half the school?"

He looks at me silently with eyes burning with hate. I bang him into the bookcase one more time and let go of him. No one speaks as I exit the room, not even Madame Pince.

Once I'm outside I collapse in the hallway. I don't cry. I never cry. I just sat there looking at the floor.

"Hi." There's a pair of legs in front of me. I look up to find Hermione Granger in front of me.

"I don't need your sympathy, mudblood."

"Well, that's good," she replied stiffly. "Because you're not going to get it." Of course. Whatever was I thinking? "I think it's safe to say it's my fault this is happening to you. I told Ron, who pretty much announced it to the whole Gryffindor common room."

"Thanks loads."

"No problem. And I'm glad I did. You're finally getting what you deserve, Malfoy. Maybe not in the form that I would like, but you can't say that something like this wasn't coming. It's funny how we've had reasons to hate you for years, but it's something that you shouldn't be hated for that there's finally a reaction."

I stare at her dumbfounded as she continues. "I don't hate you because of what you are. I hate you for who you are."

Then she left. Leaving me in the height of my misery this whole year.