Obsession

Draco couldn't believe that he finally got to meet Hermione face to face after all this time of desperation. For so long she wanted to see her ... touch her ... He was blind to never see her beauty before. He was too young then to notice and appreciate such a beauty. He didn't realize Hermione's perfection until he graduated from Hogwarts. Now ... finally a date with his longed beloved.

His eyes roamed around his bedroom. Each wall was pasted with pictures of Hermione. Not an inch of wall could be seen. His room was purely devoted to his one and only love, Hermione Granger. Each picture waved and winked at him making his dark heart flutter darkly.

For five years he watched her. He secretly took pictures of her, following every step she took, memorizing every word that left those precious lips. He was like a shadow, something that was always there but never thought about. Ignored. He hated this thought. He wanted to be thought about, he wanted to be noticed by no other than Hermione Granger. Her and only her.

He pressed his body against the closest wall and rubbed his face in whatever picture was posted. He didn't care; just as long as her angelic face was on it, he didn't care. He caressed his face on them then he rubbed his face hard. He twisted and turned his head, letting every inch of flesh touch the wall as if he was touching her. He cursed Potter and Weasley for always being there with her. He was jealous of the time that they spent together. Since Hogwarts it always was : The Magnificent Trio ... inseparable. Fuck them both!

He wasn't scared of them though. He didn't want to hurt them even though he longed for it. He didn't want to hurt Hermione. He knew that she would be hurt if they left her side in any way. But if worst comes to worst ..... he wouldn't mind taking their heads right off their bodies and feed them to a snake for it to gnaw on. He especially didn't like Weasley. Ron Weasley ... how he hated and despised everything about him. So many things he would love to do to that little red head. He despised him because of the way he treats Hermione. He always made her upset and always made her cry.

But she doesn't have to be upset anymore. Draco Malfoy is here.

He plucked a picture off the wall. He let his lips run up and down the sides, getting turned on by the very thought of her. He kissed her picture and blood started to trickle down his chin. The cut didn't hurt him. The stinging was only a love kind of pain. It was a pain that he could endure. Anything for Hermione. He would cut himself senseless if she told him to. It was a rush. He licked his lips and savoured the taste of his own blood.

"Not only will our hearts finally be together Hermione ... but my blood is yours too."