Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, otherwise my name would be printed on the books, but it's not so boo-hoo for me.

You're watching him again…

It's inevitable, it really is. Whenever you two are in the same room your eyes stray to his form like moths to a flame.

He doesn't notice you…

Of course he doesn't. He thinks he's so great doesn't he? Laughing with his friends while they talk, and talk, and talk about Merlin knows what. Disgusting. Look at the way that banshee moons and fawns over him, utterly revolting. The stupid moron doesn't even seem to notice (or care) that she's practically raping him with her eyes.

You want him to look at you…

How can you not? Everyone in school knows his name. Just to be in his presence is something to brag about. So many rumors and whispers go on about him. His name flows through the student's lips like the sweetest poison. But you, you're smarter than they are. You know what he's really like.

He's laughing about something, eyes twinkling

It's all just a stupid façade! You know it, you know it! That filthy mongrel thinks he can hide behind false gossip of bravery? LIES! All lies. liar! Beneath that mask, he's a coward, a damn coward. You see how he tries to act all tough. You notice his false bravado. But you can see what the others cannot.

You want to see his true self

You want to watch him wither like a worm. From your spot at your own table, a smile graces your lips. Yes, to watch him beg and plead while you show everyone at school, the country, the whole world the bastard's true colors! Will he scream if you tug on his hair and push his idiotic face down the toilet? Will he cry if you claw at his skin and rip it apart? Will he admit defeat and accept you as his master. To you, that is the greatest gift, his endless misery.

And yet…

You wonder what he sounds like in the midst of passion. You want to feel those pretty pink lips of his tremble against your own. You wonder, what does his skin taste like? Of honey or of that deadly sweet poison? Will he moan under you, or is he a screamer? As you pound repeatedly into him, will he arch into your touch, or reject it? You want to be the only one to witness that smile, to have his eyes focused solely on you. You want to be his savoir, his god his lover. But…

"Harry?"

You turn to look at the banshee who interrupted your thoughts

"Yes Hermione?"

"You should stop looking at Draco and his cronies. We've been over this, I don't think they are death eaters. Glaring at them won't do you any good. Really Harry, you stare at them any longer and you'll have people think that you're obsessed with him! You're not going to turn into the next Pansy are you? One is bad enough."

"Haha, no Hermione, don't worry about that. I'm not obsessed, and I know they aren't death eaters. Sorry, it won't happen again. He's my enemy you know, I'd never be obsessed."

…sometimes, it's just too much fun playing pretend.