There she was, right in front of him. Plump lips, eyes that could lit up rooms, curly hair that he just wanted to twist in his fingers. Her eyes studying everyone except him.
Weirdly enough, she looked dazed.
After so many years of loving her, wanting her, craving her, obsessing over every little thing she did, he hadn't quite understood her yet. She wasn't quite transparent.
She listened, she watched. She was always mature, always quiet.
But why?
He knew that there was something more
it wasn't obsession, it wasn't daddy issues, it was something more. It was like there was a devil inside him, twisting his love, trying to possess him, it was almost like the devil was planning this for him.
Like it knew that this was his plan.
He knew the plot, the story, the problem,
the ending.
It ended in one sentence.
Bella Parkinson, the girl of his dreams, the prettiest, sexiest, most gorgeous, girl was his.
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Everyone at Hogwarts knew that Pansy Parkinson was obsessed with Draco Malfoy. Even after all those attempts, she couldn't convince that to one person, the person she was really trying to convince; herself. All of her plans came down to piece the moment she laid her eyes on that Hufflepuff. God, she wished she could keep her act up, but she was tired of shoving herself in that dark, scary and lonely closet.