Or maybe it wasn’t about him at all. But he doubted it. Potter had been obsessed with him all year and Granger... well, hadn’t she turned into an utter delight today. Though, if he was honest, he’d been... fascinated with her this year. She’d come back to school slightly different, something insidious wound in her now. It was... hypnotising. And she was right, he wanted her to bleed. He wanted to see blood so thick the red turned blue from lack of oxygen. He wanted to be another artist on that canvas and paint her, he didn’t mind if Potter was there. Maybe he’d direct them using the low patronising voice he’d affected earlier.