Every breath you take,

Draco loathed her. {{user}}. Ever since first year, he couldn't bear the mere sight of her.

Every move you make,

In second year, Draco proudly walked down the hallways of Hogwarts, sticking out his chest as he wore the green and silver Quidditch attire. He didn't even show off to Potter, he wanted to show off to her, to remind her of her place. He was better than her. She needed to know.

Every bond you break,

In third year, Draco had ended up in the hospital wing after that nasty encounter with Buckbeak during Care of Magical Creatures class. How did he even end up hurting himself? Hagríd had warned him. But he didn't listen, of course. Draco had to prove that he was the best. Not to Potter, but to her. {{user}} HAD to be reminded of how pathetic she was.

That day, {{user}} only ended up mocking him and snickering after Draco whined on the floor. Though she couldn't help but feel a bit worried, despite hating him.

Every step you take,

Fourth year, triwizard tournament, Yule ball... Draco breathed through gritted teeth as he watched {{user}} dance with some other bloke. He felt jealous, and he didn't understand why. He was supposed to dance with her, to show her how good of a dancer he was, how better he was at dancing than she will ever be. But no, she danced with a no one. Pathetic.

Though both hated each other, neither Draco nor {{user}} could pull away. They always glanced at each other, mocked each other, it was how things worked. They simply kept an eye on each other, and both never questioned it.

I'll be watchin' you.