I\'m watching you!

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style='font-size:13.5pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>Watching you!

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style='font-size:13.5pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>I’m watching you. The whole
time I’m watching you. No matter if you’re at home in your flat on the balcony,
having breakfast, the Daily Prophet open on the table. Or
during training, when you’re flying on your Flashchaser001 making one goal
after another. Or after the training, when you go into
the Puddlemere Inn with the others to have a drink. I’m watching you.

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style='mso-bidi-font-style:normal'>The whole time. I’m
hanging on your lips when you’re talking with Wood about the latest game plays.
How he puts his arm around you when you all are sitting there and talking. I’m
watching your hands when you’re pushing a strand of hair out of your face. I’m
watching you when you’re laughing at one of John’s jokes, although the old man
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I’m
watching you at every match. When you’re waving to the fans.
Flying a loop after making again another point. class=GramE>When you’re signing autographs, with a smile just for the fans.
When you’re kneeing down in front of the kids to be at the
same height of eyes with these kids who are admiring you, telling you that you
are the best. When you’re disappearing in the locker
room.

style='mso-bidi-font-style:normal'>When you’re going home, the bag with your Quidditch robe
and your Flashchaser001casually thrown over your shoulder.style='mso-bidi-font-style:normal'> When Wood is calling after you,
making plans to meet the next day – just as friends. I’m watching you
the whole time.

And
soon, soon you’ll be mine. Then I
will touch you. My hands will then burry themselves in your hair. I will cover
your face with kisses. You will shiver with delight underneath me. When I’m
making you mine. When you’re mine and mine alone. And you will forget all the
other guys. Those who aren’t good for you anyway. Like
Wood, and those Weasleys, and this wannabe-stadium speaker Jordan. They all
will be nothing anymore. Just I will count for you. And I will never leave you
alone. Because you are mine, my angel. Do you hear me?
Mine! Mine alone, and nobody else’s!

Soon,
soon the time has come! Just a bit of patience now!!!

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lang=EN-GB style='font-size:13.5pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>Wow, it is scaring
how easy it was to write from the POV of this psycho.
Maybe I should go and see a certain doctor…. Well, until then.