Obsession

Title: Obsession
Author: mi_nai_leeloo
Pairing: HP/DM
Warnings: OC, angst, fluff, teenage lust, and various other emotional effects
A/N: This story is narrated in the first person by an OC. The OC does not interact directly with the canon characters. Therefore, no Mary Sue. The narrator is telling the story from the POV of a 6th year student at Hogwarts. The story, however, begins in Harry and Draco’s third year. (for those who don’t know, third year puts them around 13 years of age)

First person narrative by OC. Harry and Draco are at odds, but why is the Potions master involved? OC tells story of secrets kept, and love lost.

Disclaimer: All characters, other than the original by me, are owned and copyrighted to J.K. Rowling, author of the Harry Potter series of novels, books 1 through 6, as published of this date. I in no way intend to profit from the use of these characters and only choose to manipulate them, as I see fit, strictly for personal entertainment. I choose to share my personal manipulations with the public at large without hope or agenda.

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Chapter One:
Invisible

Invisible. Yes, I suppose that’s what you could say I am. Lost in the flurry of students here at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry – a nameless face amongst a sea of nameless faces. It’s not so bad, really. I kind of like it in a way. Being able to keep my anonymity has proved useful over the 6 years I’ve spent at this school. It’s gotten me out of more than one sticky situation. If no one knows who I am, they barely take notice that I am even there, and if they do notice I am there, they rarely ask me why. This thought has often given me cause to smile. Yes, anonymity has been a wonderful gift.

I have had the pleasure of being born in the same year as the famous Boy-Who-Lived, Harry Potter. Thus, I have had the even more pleasurable experience of attending school with said famous boy. Our first two years of school would prove to be largely uneventful, for me anyway. His experiences, to the contrary, were quite extraordinary. We all know what he is famous for, and what he is destined to be. So, it is quite natural that such things should happen to him, even at such an early age, but that is a story of another kind.

The story I have to tell is much different. It is a story of what didn’t make it into the headlines. It is a story that even his closest of friends do not know, or at least they did not know until recently. It is a tale of dark corridors after hours, of rivals and lovers, of betrayal and mystery… and of course, of being invisible. For without that, I would have no tale to tell.

It all began our third year. It’s no surprise that Harry was such a mess, with Dementors hanging around looking for Sirius Black, who he only found out later was his Godfather. It is absolutely tragic, if you ask me, to have a Godfather that escaped from Azkaban. It’s no wonder the boy sought comfort for his ills.

My involvement in this matter happened innocently enough, in fact, it was quite accidental. I was on my way up from the dungeons after Potions, when I ran into Harry and Draco Malfoy going at it again. The two absolutely despised each other. To this day, I am amazed at how they co-existed in the same classes from the stories I’ve heard.

I did not hear what they were bickering about, and to be honest, I really wasn’t interested. The only thing I had on my mind was getting into the Great Hall for dinner. I was starved.

As I made my way for the tall wooden doors that stood open like welcoming arms into the Hall, Harry nearly knocked me over as he blew past me, headed for Gryffindor’s table, I can only assume, to vent his frustrations over Malfoy to the his best friends, Ron and Hermione.

My parchment went flying as I struggled to keep hold of my books. No one offered to help me, of course. I’m sure no one even realized I was there. I scrambled forward to retrieve my parchment before it was trampled, and that was when Draco knocked me flat on my bum as he stalked his way to the Slytherin table.

After sitting there for a few moments, contemplating the uselessness of my life, I gathered up my parchment and books and made my way to my House table. If there was ever a moment that I should have let this whole situation go, it was then. But, alas, curiosity is bittersweet. I could only hope that I would not end up with a fate such as the proverbial cat.

I was elbow-deep in mashed potatoes and turkey when I spotted Draco glaring angrily in my direction. My heart leapt for a moment until I came to my senses and realized that he must be looking at someone behind me. I turned slowly, so as not to appear too obvious, and glanced behind me. There, Harry was returning what looked to be an equally livid glare to Draco.

It was beyond me why these two were so adamant about hating each other. Sure, you have the whole Draco-is-a- Pure-Blood and Harry-is-a-Half-Blood thing, but that seemed a little weak to me. No, there was something much deeper brooding here. This seemed personal. Neither one was eating a bit of food and it was quite obvious that Harry was ignoring the attempts of the red-haired Weasley boy to find out what was going on. It wasn’t until Hermione began to badger Harry that he finally threw down his fork and left. His eyes never left Draco until he rounded the end of his table and walked out of the Hall.

At this point, I assumed that Harry had maybe made his way to Hagrid’s hut out on the grounds to seek help with whatever problem he seemed to be having with Malfoy. It wasn’t until I saw Draco look to the Professor’s table that I started to suspect something. Professor Snape had not yet made it to the Hall for supper, a fact that had apparently had not escaped Draco. He stood up from the table, his cronies Crabbe and Goyle attempting to rise with him before Draco told them emphatically to leave him alone, and he stormed out of the Great Hall leaving several cowering first-years in his wake.

Now my curiosity was piqued.

I hurriedly shoved a few more forkfuls of food into my mouth and drank my pumpkin juice in one gulp. Standing up quickly, despite the pain I had caused myself above my eye from drinking ice-cold pumpkin juice so quickly, I made my way for the door to see if I could catch a glimpse of where Malfoy was headed, but I was too late. There wasn’t a sign of either him or Harry.

I sat down on a bench just outside the doors, ready to pack it in for the night, when I heard Ron and Hermione leaving dinner.

“Ronald, you need to find him. He seemed really upset this time.”

“Oh, Hermione, he’s always upset. He hates Malfoy. I hate Malfoy for that matter, so what’s the big deal?”

“Didn’t you see the look in his eyes? He was muttering about Snape and that it was none of Malfoy’s business.”

“So?”

“So? That means there’s a Professor involved. Harry could get expelled if Malfoy turns him in!”

“Turns him in? What are you blabbering about? We don’t even know if anything’s happened.”

“We know enough! Now go find him!”

“Fine. If I check in the dorms will you leave me alone then?”

“Yes!”

There was an unmistakable gleam in her eye as Hermione spoke the last word. I couldn’t quite tell if it was triumph or not. But she certainly seemed happy with herself.

Regardless, she had given me what I had needed. So, off to the dungeons I went in search of Harry and Draco. I figured I’d find at least one of them in close proximity to Snape’s office.

So, there I was, taking slow and careful steps trying not to make too much noise as I made my way down the stone corridor. The soft flickering of torchlight causing my shadow to dance along the floor and walls around me, my heart pounding and the little voice in my head – the one we all have – telling me to turn back now, it’s not too late. But I kept going, finally reaching my destination. I really should have turned back, because what I witnessed next changed the lives of the few who were involved, and began my horrible obsession with Harry Potter.

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To be continued ~