A/N: Okay, guys, this is my little experiment, so... bear with me. It's a dark fic, and in Draco's POV. I just had a sudden burst of inspiration. Also, originally, it was going to be in third-person, but I think putting it in Draco's POV will look much better, considering the title. Well, here it goes!

Obsession. Quite the peculiar word, isn't it? One might say that I have an obsession. If you want to call it that, be my guest. But 'obsessed' is what the lazy call 'dedicated' right? That's how I think of it. I'm very dedicated to her... more so than she will ever know. And perhaps, it's for the best that she doesn't. She wouldn't be too fond of that idea, learning that I watch her in the mornings and evenings in the Great Hall, that I stare at her in class and never listen to what the professor is lecturing, that every time I shag someone I'm picturing her instead of who I'm with. Yes... she wouldn't like the thought of knowing all of this.

But she doesn't have to know... right?

It could just be my little secret, as it has been for almost five years now. Five long years of concealing this emotion, though... at the time... I knew nothing of it. I just thought it was an extreme form of hatred. But, I came to learn that your heart doing a somersault wasn't a symptom of antipathy. That's what she did to me. She made my heart flip, my stomach settle uncomfortably in my throat and my entire calm-cool-and-collected attitude fade into a fit of nervousness. It was those damned chocolate eyes... and that bloody, bushy-brown hair... and the warm smile that I always wished was being sent my way...

"Purebloods and Mudbloods are not meant to intermingle", or so my father says. He says it's almost sinful to even think such thoughts. But... why can't I stop feeling this way? All I do is think, dream and talk about her. Though... when I talk about her... it's not usually in the "I like you" way.

"You filthy, fucking, little Mudblood!"

"You're just a worthless Mudblood."

"I'll get that Mudblood, I swear on it!"

Yes... to her, I'm not the nicest person. You could say we're rivals, because that's what most people consider us to be. We're always competing for the top spot in our year, and she's usually got it. Yes… she's very intelligent, as am I. I use our rivalry as a chance to talk with her. If I get a better grade on something, then I'll confront her and rub it in her face, just to see her cheeks turn pink with embarrassment and anger. She's lovely when she's not doing anything in particular, but she's beautiful when she's angry or frustrated. It's funny that I still have that 'torment them' attitude about a girl I really like. I tormented Pansy a little in third and fourth year, and we dated, then broke up. But I can't date her again, not after our break up in the middle of last year. I told her I didn't love her anymore, and she took it harder than I imagined.

But I don't want to be with her, anyway.

No… my obsession lies in a middle-class home just outside of London… sleeping soundly in the dead of night whilst I think of her.

But she will never know.

Right?

"Congratulations, Draco!" Mother squealed as I showed her my letter from Hogwarts. It was the usual letter; my supplies and classes written, along with a nice little acceptance body copy. But there was something more this year, I had made Head Boy. Yes, after studying my ass off these past six years to strive to be the best, and succeeding only a few times, I am finally being recognized and rewarded for it. I always had a feeling I'd make Head Boy, seeing as though for the past two years I was a Prefect. I just never thought it would actually happen. Now and then, I had some suspicion that Potter was going to be Head Boy, and the world would, once again, grovel at his feet. But it looks like they actually do choose, not out of favouritism, but out of skill and worthiness. Yes… there would definitely be a moment of me rubbing his face in this.

But I did think to remember who, exactly, would be beside me. That was one of the only things I could think about. Her as Head Girl, myself as Head Boy… this would be the perfect year. Maybe I could talk with her... maybe... I could... make her mine.

'She could be yours, Draco. With just a little provoking, she could be yours.'

My thoughts seduced me as I sat in my chair at the dinner table, my mother and father chatting about how nice it was to finally have me as Head Boy and other manners involving my schoolwork. I leaned back in the chair, in awe as a plan drew itself up. But what I was thinking was wrong... it was inhumane... it was cruel... yet, it was so perfect. It was the only way to show her, show her how I was always feeling. It would be painful, and it may leave some emotional scarring, but it had to be done. There was no other way.

And my planning began there as I excused myself from the table and went straight to my study to draw up my plans. I needed to be alone, and uninterrupted, for this plan had to be flawless. One chink in the chain and it would spiral out of control. No... no screw-ups... this plan... my plan... had to be perfect. I couldn't allow anything other than perfection for this particular plan. I was finally going to show her how I felt, and no one had to know. If someone found out... I don't even want to think about that...

So for now... only to myself... only I must know... but I will see her soon... and when that time comes...

I will leave my mark.

Well... how do you like it so far? I think it's coming along fine. I hope you guys like it! I'll continue it if you think it has potential. Oh, and don't worry, I'll post the next chapter of DYRWIB soon. So... yeah! Review, please!

-Miya