Malfoy.

Draco had been observing Mar from afar for several years. He had always found her attractive, but he was too immersed in his own world to try to enter someone else's, much less someone like her.

He had developed a kind of obsession; he knew her routine, her favorite things and how she liked to do them. He knew everything about her because during these years he had dedicated himself to observing her closely.

Today I saw her a little more absent-minded than usual; it seems Mar forgot to put her hair ribbon on correctly, because as she walked and passed by me in the hallways, it fell off.

I was sitting down and that silly girl walked past me with her stupid ponytail, badly tied up in a red bun thanks to the ribbon she had in the shape of a bow.

As it passed in front of me, the ribbon fell to the ground right in front of me, as if it wanted me to help it.

Damn, she looked perfect even when she wasn't even aware of how much I've loved her for years.