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He found it difficult to concentrate in the Potions class that day. Very difficult indeed.
It wasn't helpful, being at the front of the class, under the teacher's constant scrutiny. He couldn't understand why Granger would willingly want to sit up the front. Merlin, she was peculiar.
He drew circles on his paper, spiralling the ends to merge into another circle, then another and another. The harsh black of his ink dribbled artlessly on his parchment to form shallow pools. He withdrew the colour from the dark fluid to make thin rivulets with the nib of his quill.
He could sense Weasley looking at him with a probable expression of disbelief on his face. Draco scowled at his parchment, adorned with undecipherable ink patterns that began to seep through to stain the desk.
He watched the rest of the class scurry out of the classroom as soon as they had been dismissed.
He saw the relief embedded in their eyes, saw the thrill they felt as they chatted amongst each other. They were all so damn stupid, and shallow.
Much like the ink pools.
He had always felt different from them. He had always had responsibility, a name to uphold and honour. He had always been expected to be seen and not heard, but if at any time heard, to be pompous and blunt about it.
Sometimes Draco envied his classmates. He envied their petty lifestyles, how they could converse freely with each other and not worry about revealing their weaknesses.
For Draco knew that everyone had a weakness. And he would be damned if he were to let anyone discover his own.
He saw Granger walk briskly in front of him, swinging her hips and clasping Weasley's speckled hand in her own. He saw her lithe curves rock from side to side, like a pendulum. Her dark brown curls were bouncing, up and down, and Draco had an urge to wrench every single one of the strands out of her scalp.
That would teach her.
"Draco, you coming?"
He turned to acknowledge the speaker, whose fat hand was extended out at him. He glared at her.
"I believe I can find my own way to our next class, Parkinson," he snarled, whacking the girl's hand (which really resembled a giant blob of pink custard) out of his way.
He skived his Transfiguration class that day, deeming it rather useless, as Granger herself wasn't in it.
She was all he could afford to think about then.
Draco moved toward the Slytherin common room, his paces slow and stealthy. He didn't want to arouse the suspicions of any Professors he would possibly meet along the way.
The corridors were rather vacant, save for only a few students here and there. Draco thought it best to hide in a broom closet for a while, just to be on the safe side.
The closet he chose was very small and cramped and smelled strongly of medicine. His head began to bob lifelessly from side to side, as the harsh fumes entered his bloodstream through his nose, and he opened the door of the closet slightly to let some fresh air in.
He watched people walk past, kissing and cuddling and chatting and laughing.
Merlin, how he hated every last one of them.
Just when he thought it was satisfactory to clamber outside, a short girl with long brown hair walked past the closet.
His eyes widened, as only one word kept blaring in his mind.
Granger.
Draco seized the arm of the girl, before he could stop himself, and jerked her into the closet before slamming the door shut.
The girl was staring at him, horror-struck and wary. She had exquisite brown locks, reaching well below her elbows (a feat that was not extraordinary, as the girl was quite dwarfish already), dark, round eyes and a large forehead.
But… she wasn't Granger.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" the girl snapped, though Draco could sense the trepidation she was emanating.
He leered.
"Big words for a small girl, aren't they?" he taunted, sidling leisurely up to the girl and smashing her body against the wall.
She trembled and shut her eyes, as Draco's scowl heightened.
"How dare you have hair that is brown," he whispered, more to himself than to the girl beside him.
His fingers were twirling her locks maniacally, as if they had a mind of their own.
The girl stiffened, but she opened her eyes.
"What the hell do you mean?"
Draco pushed her body further into the wall, and the girl whimpered. He sighed, but did not release her.
She really was trying his patience.
He plunged his hand into his robes pocket, extracting the slender twig of his wand. He entwined it in his pale fingers, before jabbing it into the pulse point of the girl's throat.
She let out a faint scream.
"I never explain myself," he murmured, tightening his grasp on the girl's hand. "I never see the need to."
The girl's eyes widened, as she evidently thought Draco was going to kill her.
He trailed a thin line on the girl's neck, unconsciously drawing an elaborate 'G' with the tip of his wand. The girl was gasping, the sweat on her chest underneath her robes glistening as he stared.
He prodded her pulse point once more, before muttering a few words.
"No!" the girl shrieked, closing her eyes as she expected to crumple to the floor.
Indeed no. Draco had other plans for her.
He flicked her hair, making sure that the girl saw it and as her eyes came into a bleary focus, she yelped.
Her hair was now as pearly white as milk.
"Now, you won't complicate matters," Draco chuckled slowly, moving away from the girl but never letting his eyes stray from her own. "Now, I can tell you apart from the throng."
And he exited the broom closet, not giving the encounter a second thought as he made his way to the dungeons.
As soon as he entered his dormitory, he glanced once more around the room. The windows were shut, the curtains drawn, granting the room a dim and obscure ambience. It was empty. The beds of his Slytherin friends were still dishevelled, even though it was in fact after midday already.
He wrinkled his nose.
His own bed was, of course, perfectly made.
Well, nearly perfect.
Draco glimpsed a small crinkle in the dark jade sheets of his bed, near the pillow.
Alarm bells went off in his head.
He pounced on the crease, smoothing it out over and over again, not entirely realising that he was in fact creating more wrinkles in his ardour. His hands kneaded the covers repeatedly, his eyes rounded and hair tousled.
He stepped back and kicked the wooden plank edging of his bed, irked to finally admit the futility of his actions. The pain amounted in his foot, but he simply revelled in it.
He sighed, exasperated, before bolting the door of the room.
Draco crept to his bed yet again, and bent down to sit on his knees. His foot was still aching, gradually soiling the white sock within his leather shoe a dark crimson colour – but he didn't care.
His focus was on something entirely different at that moment.
And boy, was she beautiful...
A/N: Okay, I'll admit - I had a bit of a writer's block, which is why I didn't write for ages. Also the pertaining fact that my computer had a virus, but its a-ok now. Okay so, I wanted to develop Draco's weird and wacky character a bit more, and to show a more flirty side to him with the whole girl in the closet thing (ooo... lol). Draco, I believe, is an evil person in this story. But still - it is a truly mortal combination, being very evil, impressionable and obsessed. Okay - Review and maybe then I will update soon! If you leave your email in your review, I can tell you when it is precisely that I update.
Crystalviolinist - Thank you for your review. Yes, Draco is highly intimidating. It's kind of scary writing him too, but interesting because he is just so obsessed!
Lilred-07 - Hi welcome to the story! Not much Draco action in this one, but I don't want to start out too heavy because it rather annoys me when I read stories that launch into things too quickly. But I hope you keep reading nevertheless because I can promise a whole load of angst coming up soon
GoogleCorelli – I was just wondering what you might mean by your review. Please be more specific in your next review, I would appreciate it a whole lot more. If you feel this is overdone, then I will just say that Draco is a very sick person in this story. He is rather like a stalker, let's just put it that way. From what little I have learnt from studying a bit of psychology, people like that pay meticulous attention to minor details of the person who they are obsessed with. Make sense? That's why Draco might seem a tad overdone to you, but really, his observational skills are prime. But I genuinely appreciate your honesty, even though I urge you to be more specific when dealing out constructive criticism because then I can correct it in future chapters. Ta. Oh and btw – I like your nickname. Its unique :)
Something – Or – Other – Thank you for the review! It's very awesome too to see people responding so positively to this story. Yes, I am going for the obsessed personality. How could you tell?
Aleera3 – Cheers for the review, I am happy you like the writing style, its very different to anything I've attempted before but I'm glad you like it.
Teri Neko – Thanks!
JenniferJae – Glad you liked the style of writing, it is a bit creepy but oh well. Lol.
Dracos-girl-4evr – Well hello there my kiwi buddy ;) In answer to your question – I moved all around New Zealand, both the North and South. Auckland, Tauranga, New Plymouth, Ashburton, Christchurch – I done em all and more :). What about you? I'm glad you liked the chapter and yes we are very unique indeed. And that's a good thing. (hopefully…)
Callisto Callispi – Luv the name ;). Glad you liked Draco's character, even though he is extremely evil and stalker-ish. Yes, there will be loads of angst up ahead, if you're up for it ;)
HipDog – Thanks for the review!
Janet – Thank you, I liked the analogy also ;).
Shirls – Aww, thank you! Hopefully you'll enjoy this chapter as much as the others.
cloudyhead6 - Er, I hope that was a compliment...
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Windweaver - Thanks, Draco is a tad morbid isn't he. I hope he seems a bit more - playful - in this chappy ;)