Well then, lovelies, just two more parts, then its finished. Aren't you so pleased? Ril-san asked that I do a fic in parts rather than the short one shots that I've been putting out lately. After this, (once I'm settled into University, since I leave tomorrow night late) I think I'll start up on that Lucius/Harry/Draco bit that I just finished. Well...its mostly just Lucius/Harry, but there's a cute Harry/Draco bit at the end. ^^;

Anyway! Here goes, chapter...four? Five? I have no clue... o.O We're starting out with Mr. Potter this time. ^^

Between Hate and...

I'm tired. So tired of it all. Not physically, no, but I sit down nonetheless. I don't know what my shadow is doing; I don't really care. I consider taking off my cloak, but it's a bit cold down here so I decided against it, at least for now.

Cold. The stone pressing into my back, the ground on which I sit...both cold. Like his eyes. Even when his eyes flare up with anger they're cold. Just once, I'd like to...

To what? Don't be stupid, Harry. You hate Malfoy, Malfoy hates you. Whoever it is that's following you surely likes you much more than Malfoy ever will.

That would make sense, wouldn't it? They follow me about because they fancy me? Who might it be though? I'm rather sure that it's no one from Gryffindor, so that rules out the Creevey brothers. Parvati's sister, maybe? Doubtful; neither of them wanted much to do with Ron or me since the Yule Ball in Fourth year.

Maybe it's Malfoy. Wouldn't that be ironic? To have him follow me the way I do him? Again, doubtful. We hate each other, the whole school knows it. But I don't hate him like he hates me. I hate him because I...

I what? Stare after him? Obsess over him? Actually enjoy fighting over him just to hear him speak? We've only fought physically once before. I want to do it again.

**

Why is he sitting there? I know he's sitting because the sparkles moved, then lowered themselves. What's he doing? Thinking? Crying? Laughing because he knows that it's me but wont say anything?

I don't know ho long I stand there, staring at the wall. The only indication that someone is there is the tiny little sparkles that dust the back of his cloak. What should I do? Sit down? Remain standing?

After a small eternity the air ripples and Potter finally reveals himself. He is sitting against the wall of the passage, knees pulled up to his chest and arms wrapped tightly around his legs. I sit directly in front of him, mimicking his positing, and he stares directly at me, as if he can see through my cloak.

Why am I here? It must be close to one in the morning, at the very least, yet I'm sitting in an empty, unknown passageway across from my most hated enemy. I must be insane.

Not just a bit crazy, but absolutely mad. I want to reach across the narrow passage and slap that wistful look right off his face. It's the same kind of look he gives me when he knows that I'm there but doesn't know that I'm looking.

It sickens me. He stares right through me, and after a moment his mouth moves but emits no sound.

Maybe I'm not the only insane one.

**

Who are you?

I don't think the words were voiced, but I know that my mouth moved. Why won't he make himself visible? I have.

I'm rather sure now that it's a 'he'. Now that I think about it, from listening to the footprints night after night, it must be a boy that follows me. Though soft like mine, they're too heavy and...not-girlish. Most girls have a delicate way of walking. He...glides, almost. No, more of a saunter, I think.

Either way, I'm rather sure it's a boy. But then, maybe it isn't someone who fancies me after all. I don't know of anyone who is...so inclined.

So who is it? This time I voice my question, yet he says nothing. Did I expect him to? "At least tell me if you're a boy or girl then? And from what House?"

I don't think he's going to answer. Just my luck, my stalker is going to remain forever anonymous.

"I don't see why its any difference to you, Potter."

Finally, a voice! Definitely male, most likely above the Fourth year, as it's lower than someone from a younger year would have. Though...he called me 'Potter' and only Slytherins do that, if they speak to me at all. My heart flutters against my will as my traitorous brain conjures up the image of a certain silver-haired Slytherin.

The voice is familiar, but... Stop being ridiculous, Harry. Just because Ron thinks that you fancy Malfoy doesn't mean that you really do. And it certainly doesn't mean that he returns the feeling. The one that isn't there, mind you.

Still, I can have fun with this. "You're a boy then, Not a Slytherin, I hope?"

"Hnn. Wouldn't a Slytherin have turned you in by now?"

"Very true, very true. I don't suppose you made this years 'Most Lusted-After Wizards' list, did you? Only two Slytherins made it, you know, though Malfoy hardly counts for anything, does he?"

**

He's trying to bait me. How clever. No matter though, I, too, can play. "And what's wrong with Malfoy? He must be something to look at, if he made the second position. Blaise Zabini isn't so bad looking, either, if you think about it," It's rather strange referring to oneself in the third person. I must be careful though; he may not be the brightest boy in school, but he's no Longbottem, either.

"Second to me. Am I really that attractive? I never thought myself as so; quite the opposite, really."

No. "Yes." Damn you, traitorous mouth! I do not find Potter in the least bit attractive. I still hate him, how can I think something like that? And he *certainly* is not more attractive when he blushes like that. "You ask too many questions." If he doesn't ask, I don't have to answer.

"Really?" He seems rather interested now. "Do you fancy other boys then?"

Of course not. I fancy no one. "No." Good mouth. "Only you." Please excuse me while I sink into the floor. I most certainly do not like him. If I did fancy boys--which I it--it certainly would not be someone like him. Even if every girl in the school--and several boys, I'm sure--think he's the most attractive!

I must have a masochistic streak in me. Here I am, telling the Boy Who Lived that I'm attracted to him. I'm not though. Not at all.

"Please tell me who you are? Your year, House, anything?'

He most certainly is not cute when he blushes and plays with the hem of his pajama top like that. Because I'm not attracted to him.

I hate him, but...

Owari! ^-^

v.1.0: 1.21.02

v.2.0: 8.20.02

Yesh!! Only one part left!! Aah, I'm so proud of myself. Though this is by no means one of my longer fics (only about 13,00 words, compared to my 16,00+ words-and-still-going Weiß Kreuz fic) I like it rather much. ^-^ Expect to see longer fics from me in the future, when I actually get around to typing them and/or finishing them... But no more chapter fics. x.x When I do chapter installments people sometimes tend to go for my head when I don't put out another chapter quickly. I think it's been about 2 or 3 months since my last installment of 'Crimson' at the very least. . (If you like vampires and Weiß-though mostly Schwarz-and lotssa yummy smoochies and sex go read it! XD)

Only 31 hours til my plane leaves...at 7am. . Meaning I'll have to be at the airport (an hour away from my house) by 6. Grr...I just wont sleep. x.x Wish me luck, lovelies! Next time I post something (after this fic, of course) I shall be in the far far lands of West Virginia. ^^;