Author's Note: Draco goes on about how he feels about Harry...Something of a prequel to 'Talking In Circles'. But to understand i this /i story you should read (and review!) Talking In Circles at some point in time.
I've done my research.
I've done my research on how to determine my insanity level.
So far the outcome is not very good.
Muggle doctors have presented the idea that writing things down "will further help people sort out problems plaguing their minds."
Granted I don't hold Muggles in high regard but since they don't have a madman trying to wipe them out I figure
'I may as well give it a shot.'
So I do.
Because besides the last 88 words,
and these next 29 letters
I can only write about You.
And when I'm not writing about You,
I'm writing about my lack of sanity,
Or my mindless capacity for insanity.
Surely one must assumes that anyone with half a brain could see the questions about You.
Or me with you.
Or me thinking about you.
Not to say I have ever given Them reason to want to question my…er…questions.
But none the less, you would think someone would develop some sort of curiosity as to why,
I, The Prince of Slytherin, cannot pay attention in Potions.
Alas, if there is any
No one has voiced it.
Well there is one person.
And of course because
Fate is 'a right pain in the arse'
Of all people,
"Are you alright Draco?"
My pants tighten as my first name spills from your lips,
I just cast a sidelong glance at you from across the table
The Room of Requirement
Has so kindly presented to us.
Out of politeness,
(and to watch you lips move melodically against themselves.)
A frown settles just blown your dark fringe of unruly hair,
Suppression of the urge to ruffle your midnight hair over takes my consciousness.
I miss your response.
(Not the wet swipe of your tongue across your mouth.)
Your frown deepens.
I punch myself in the face.
In my mind's eye anyway.
"Are you sure you're alright?"
You don't seem convinced.
Keep my cool.
I feel like I've run ten miles and I haven't even shifted my foot an inch.
As I said.
Are not the problem.
My fascination with You
And everything You do
Is the problem.
And the whole insanity thing.
So here I am again.
And I hear the door open.
And you step through.