And here we have the fourth installment...is it done yet? @-@ No! Still more to go! XD This time I've changed things up a bit...very *very* short bits from Draco, then Harry, respectively, going back and forth. No more Ron (sorry, Ron fans) cause he is no longer important to this fic. ^^;

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Why We Fight

Why do I always fight with him? In spite of what I say, what I *should* feel, I don't like to see him upset when we fight. It makes me feel funny inside. Pride and pain sparkle in those emerald eyes and I do it to see that sparkle, though it hurts us both.

I hate him, yet I obsess over his very being. I want to punch him and then I want to kiss him, and then punch him again for making me feel that way.

I think that Weasley has got me figured out though. Sometimes he looks at me with a mixture of hate, disgust, and pain, and it's different then when he just looks at me with hate in his eyes. Do I disgust him because he thinks I fancy his precious little Harry? Good. Let him think that. He's wrong, but let him think that.

Because I hate Potter more than anyone, any thing that I have ever hated in my life. That is why I have to fight.

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Why does he always pick on me? Is there no one else in this school that he can fight with? Or am I the only one that will actually stand up to him and present a challenge?

I wish he would throw himself off the Astronomy Tower... At least that way I wouldn't be forced to stare at him so much. Then I could get on with my life, maybe find someone that I fancy, and never have to think about Malfoy again.

Ron tried to tell me once, about a week ago, that I I fancy Malfoy. Said that that was why I always stare at him. What does Ron know? Maybe I do fancy boys, but certainly not Malfoy. He's too cold, too heartless.

Maybe Ron just got a bad batch of Pumpkin Pasties, or the twins sent him something from their joke shop to make him temporarily crazy.

So what if Malfoy is attractive? He's still an arse, and he still hates me. So why should I care about him? He's so cold... But when we fight there's a flame behind his eyes that I'm drawn to. A cold flame that I want to touch. I'm not sure if it would burn or freeze, I just know that I want to touch it. But to see that flame, I have to fight.

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It's almost midnight, his favourite time to go out. I promised myself I wouldn't follow him anymore...

My feet have a mind of their own. By the time the picture of the fat lady swings closed seemingly by itself, I have already been standing in the shadows for almost five minutes. Not that the invisible need shadows to hide them. I reach into my pocket and pull out a tiny canister of glitter; I'm surprised that he's never noticed them falling from his cloak, but I suppose they've all fallen off by the time he gets back to his dorm each night.

As his soft footsteps pass by I throw a bit of the sparkles onto his back and replace the canister. I don't dare use magic to track him; he might feel it, and then where would the fun be? I wonder where he'll go tonight as I follow the floating sparkles down the corridor. The lake, maybe, or perhaps up to the roof of the Astronomy Tower? He often spends time up there, looking at the stars, completely unaware that I sit only feet away.

Close enough to hit him. Close enough to hurt him. Close enough to touch him.

I hate him. I want to hurt him so badly right now. It would be so easy just to reach out with my foot and...

**

Someone is following me again. The same someone who always follows me. I think they believe me not to know. But I always know.

Let's go somewhere different tonight, shall we? I no longer need the Map to show me all the hidden places within Hogwarts; my feet unconsciously lead me down and into one of the long passages out of the castle that leads into Hogsmeade. I've no business there tonight, but I have no intention of walking the full length tonight, anyway.

I rather wonder who it is that follows me. It's not another Gryffindor...a Ravenclaw, maybe? Certainly not a Slytherin; they would have turned me in years ago.

'Maybe its Malfoy,' a tiny little part of my brain whispers. I quickly tell it to shut up. Why would Malfoy follow me, if not to get me into trouble? He would have snitched on me the first time he saw me out after hours. Besides, does he even own an Invisibility Cloak or anything like it? I reckon he's rich enough to get one though. All he would have to do was whine to his father.

'Harry Potter has an Invisibility Cloak! I want one, too!' Sounds like something he would say. Always has to be better than me, doesn't he? I become Seeker, he becomes Seeker. I (finally) get high marks in Potions, he continues to get even higher marks.

Have I mentioned yet that Malfoy should jump off the Astronomy Tower? Maybe I could call him out there one night. All it would need is one little push...

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Where the hell are you going now, Potter? I've been following him for years and he's never taken this passageway before. I didn't even know that it existed until now. It's dark here. It would be so easy to just...

But I've left my wand back in the room. Wouldn't that be fun though? Potter goes missing for weeks, and only I know where he is. But then I'd most likely get pinned with murder.

Ah, wouldn't Father be proud? His only heir, locked up for life for killing Harry Potter. Then he wouldn't be the Boy Who Lived anymore, would he? I have to hold back a laugh; it wouldn't do for Potter to find me out this early in the game, would it?

Stupid Potter. I can't believe he still doesn't know that I follow him. Or even if he does know, he doesn't know that it's me. I never turn him in though; then whom would I follow? Besides, if I turn him in, the Professors would know that I leave the dorms after hours, too. Worse than being locked up for killing Potter would be getting expelled from school for following Potter. It's an entirely moral dilemma, and I hate him for making me have to make such a decision.

Rat on him and reveal myself, or let him be and continue to indulge myself?

Well, I have always been rather hedonistic. If it pleases me, I do it. That's the way Malfoys work.

It pleases me to see Potter angry, to see him hurt. I'm invisible. He'd never know that it was me...

Owari! ^-^

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Yay! Just a few more to go... My tummy hurts. T-T

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