But Draco cherished the obsession, even when it hurt. It had grown up with him, from childhood stories and toys to starstruck infatuation as he’d awaited meeting his hero at Hogwarts. It had been cut at the root by Potter’s rejection, but it hadn’t died; though twisted beyond recognition, it lived, and thrived, and at last it bloomed, together with Draco, into something sexual, dark and ravenous.
A darkish 4th year Harry Potter story where Draco obsesses over Harry and eventually gets a bit more friction than he bargained for.