#obsessive draco

[allofthelights11]

Stalker!Draco one-shot

She bent low over her paper, her ankles crossed and tucked to the side near the left chair leg. Her wildly wavy brown hair fell over her shoulder, obscuring her cheek from his view. He didn’t like that. Not that he minded the view of her hair; not at all. But he didn’t like when her face was hidden from him. Her wrist skated across the paper, writing furiously, and he just knew she was biting her lip. She always did when deep in thought. He couldn’t see it, though. He moved silently to his right, deeper down the rows of bookstacks that crowded in on every side. This caused him to lose sight of her entirely for a few moments, but sometimes that couldn’t be avoided. It was normal for him to be forced to fall back and watch from a greater distance. Every time made him uneasy - fearful that this would be the time she’d slip away. Times like today, when it was too cold for her to walk to the library, she took public transit instead. It was too confined a space for him to stay unnoticed every time. But he always knew where she was heading and he didn’t mind a little extra snow or sleeting rain. He could meet her there. He always did.

Written for @trulymadlydeeplyfest. Read more on AO3. Art by MidwestMajik!

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[serpentineego]

Venenatum

Chapter 11 "Poisoned" sneak peak:

Sixth Year Flashback

               The miserable weather of October matched the foul mood Draco found himself in, finding it almost impossible to be patient while waiting for the Loyalty Potion he was brewing with Theo to complete. The desperation he felt grew with each day that passed, watching as the Mudblood slowly isolated herself away from him and closer to the two buffoons she called friends. He hated the new sense of closeness that seemed to have grown between the witch and Scar Head. Draco’s only consolation was that he was not the only one who disliked their newfound bond; it appeared the weasel disapproved of it as well.

               Whenever Granger and Potter were deeply engaged in conversation, Draco never failed to notice the glares and dirty looks that the ginger would shoot at the back of his friend’s heads. Initially, he thought the Weasley was jealous he was being excluded from their discussions; yet as Draco observed their group dynamic for the rest of that week, he realised the redhead was purely jealous. Anytime Potter would touch the Mudblood (which was much more often than Draco liked), Weasley’s eyes would narrow, and his face would flush an unfortunate shade of tomato-red while he would stare daggers at his friends. Draco wasn’t sure how the weasel’s looks had continued to go unnoticed with how obvious the git was. . . although he did witness the she-weasel elbow her brother mid-scowl at dinner one night, snapping him out of his gloomy state just in time before the Scar Head turned around to face him.

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Venenatum

Chapter 12 "Side Tracked" sneak peak:

                A window blew out behind him as Draco dodged an exploding hex aimed for his head. He tumbled to the ground and rolled behind a large see-through structure with a bench in it, cursing his choice of poor cover as his attacker instantly spotted him. Draco regained his balance just in time to throw himself once again out of the way of a spell that cut through the enclosure and narrowly avoided his left leg as he landed painfully into the hard sidewalk. Grunting, he threw up his wand arm and shot out a bolt of green light at his opponent, watching the wizard stumbled backwards as he narrowly avoided the killing curse.

                “How many of you are there in your bloody family?” Draco shouted in frustration as he shot up and aimed his wand at the red headed man.

                “Enough to give your lot a run for your Galleon’s!” replied the wizard cheekily as he held his wand evenly at Draco, “Hard lot to kill, us Weasley’s.”