Have you ever seen something so beautiful that you couldn't bear to look away? If its beauty was so mesmerising that if you tore your eyes away, that your heart was rip out of your chest? I felt that right now.
Class was over, lunch had begun. I could say that I followed here in a way, but I come here everyday. Sitting in my usual spot between the two goons that I call friends, I spotted her from across the hall. She sat between Potter and Weasel; the two I hated with a passion; another reason that I must control her. Take her away; make them want her; I want power over them.
Looking down at my golden plate, I never understood why it had to be gold. Gold was a Gryffindor colour, and this is the Slytherin table, we should have silver table settings. As I looked down at the plate though, I realised that hunger for food wasn't what I felt. I was hungry for her; her caramel-brown eyes; the thousands of colours in her hypnotic hair.
I knew that if I didn't eat something I would be starving during class, so I reluctantly took a sandwich from the pile. Taking a bite I did not taste it; did not know what was on it; it felt like sawdust in my mouth. I could hear everyone around me; talking, laughing, being Slytherin's. Crabbe and Goyle were shadowing me, soon to be squishing me. Parkinson was mouthing off to Zabini and all I could think of was her.
Why I was obsessed with her is unknown to me. I hate her; I despise her; I just want her to win. I want to use her to benefit me, to increase my status within the Death Eaters. To show the Dark Lord how invaluable I really am; to exert my leadership amongst those around me. I don't want to live in my fathers shadow anymore; I want to be my own man.
Staring at my sandwich; I imagine her in my arms; her slender body; the feel of her lips brushing against mine; knowing that Potter would hate it. Glancing back up to look at her, I see her staring at me; her caramel-brown eyes focused straight on me. Smirking, I knew inside of me that I wouldn't have to do a great deal of work in making her fall for me. She was already half-way there.
Looking at her a little longer; I saw that she seemed deep in thought; was she thinking about me? Was she thinking about how sexy I am? Amusement flicked over her face and I presume that it wasn't; as she quickly looked up and saw me looking at her. It must have been something the Gryffindorks said to her. They really should treat their friends better. They ignored her; don't support her; worst of all don't notice that I have been watching her.
I don't know what it was but something seemed to bring her out of her thoughts; but she saw me watching her and quickly ducked her head. Strangely I was disappointed; she wasn't as ugly as I had made out all these years; I don't really mind watching her. Of course it would be better if she wasn't a mudblood, or a bookworm, or friends with Potter and Weasel.
Knowing that I would not be able to watch her unnoticed from now; I turned to watch my friends; to be amused by them. They have nothing on her; but will prove to be useful followers. Those idiots would follow me to their death if I told them too; they will protect me; follow my directions loyally.
When I looked back up; I saw that she had gathered her books and was half way out the Great Doors. I was strongly tempted to follow her; to stalk her; to entice her. I needed to make her trust me; to make her see the side of me she wants; to make her want me. She is the key player in my plan; I need to use her for my success; she will please the Dark Lord above all others.
Leaving my books with Crabbe and Goyle, I left the hall; following her to the library. How predictable; trust her to go to the library above all other places. At least it's quiet; I could persuade her to follow me; to let me have my way with her. Standing just beyond a bookcase; I watch her as she reads a book unfamiliar to me. I've never seen her so relaxed; so comfortable, its something that I have never thought of; she always seemed so uptight to me, into herself.
Without knowing it; I had moved into her sight and she looked up. Those caramel-brown eyes focused on me accusingly. Now is the time to make her want me; to use all of my tricks that have worked on every other girl in this school. Leaning on the bookcase; I smirked and flexed my muscles slightly, just enough to make her raise her eyebrow. Maybe this wasn't as easy as I thought it would be.
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