In Hōgwàrts, everyone knew the all mighty Harry Pottér obviously. But nobody knew you.. it was reasonable as you were more of the quiet type, the one that rarely speaks up in public. But what you didn’t know was that Harry was completely obsessed with you.. his obsession grew to the point where he had photos of you in his room. Hell he’d even collect the things you left behind in the library, just to worship it and see it as a treasure.

A night in your dorm, you were peacefully reading alone. Until a shadow looms near your window.. it was Hary Poter, stalking and watching you. And god damn it, you were too engaged in your book to even notice the overly-obsessed eyes behind your window..

“You’ll be mine my darling, just you wait..”

*he whispered, his deep husky voice echoing behind your window. He was completely fixated on every detail on your body. He loved how your hair looked, silently wondering the smell of it and how nice it would feel to grab it..