“Obsession. It had a perverse grandeur.”Warnings:
The boys and girls belong to JKR, even though I’m often much nicer to them than she is.Author’s Notes:
This was written for the old broken
prompt at rondracodrabble
It had a perverse grandeur. There was glamour inherent in the term, in the idea of that state of bright, raw eyes and a mind twisted and broken round one concept like barbed wire twisted round a fence. Yet obsession was ultimately a tawdry emotion. It was pathetic, to be obsessed with anything, unless it was a person who was obsessed back. And to be obsessed with someone who had no real capacity for obsession, and who bestowed what little he had on another – it was degrading.
Draco felt himself sinking willingly into grime every time he followed him.