I just can't keep away from you.
It hurts me but it's true. Every waking moment.
It's thinking about you.
Your bushy brown hair, that shines in the light.
Your hazel eyes that flood with warmth when you think I'm not looking.
After our petty arguments, I panic, and wonder how much I hurt you, how much you hate me now; you think it's all a joke.
Harry jokes about being a third wheel sometimes. You laugh it off, while I blush and hope that it's true. You live through your life with such flourish and gaiety. Such achievement and such ambition. Sometimes you ask me what my dreams are - little do you know that they are to follow you, walk with you in your shadows through your goals, dreams and wishes. I just want you.
Sounds corny huh?
I don't look like Draco, who you sometimes flirt with.
I'm not as understanding as Harry, who I'm constantly jealous of.
I certainly won't make you laugh like Seamus, or be as exciting as Dean.
But I do love you. Want you. Need you.
I would hold you, if you gave me the chance Hermione. I would hold you until your nightmares left, and my presence was your salvation. I would hold you, and kiss your hair, and you would relax into my arms and let me love you.
All I want is the chance to love you. We could make it work, you and I.
Yet instead, I watch you with the other boys, and when you approach my tongue twists. And I'm left, aggravated and alone. Sometimes I snap at you.
I'm annoyed that you can't see how infatuated with you I am. I write poetry - which sucks - I sing muggle songs and I dream of us walking together, holding hands.
I've become what you might call a sad case. A very sad case.
But I won't care. I won't. Until I'm definitely turned down by you, until my flaring hope is quenched, I will continue to believe that my future with you isn't imaginary. And that there is something there. Something for us to cling to, when the nights are cold and we are drowning in life. What if that something was each other? Did you ever think of that? What if I could be your structure, support, base? What if I could make you happy. Make you love me even. It could happen. I want it to happen.
So what can I say to you, to engage you? Huh? You're sitting next to me right now, curled up and reading. A single bead of sweat drips down my back. I swallow, mouth suddenly very dry.
"Mione?" I mumble. You look up, blushing a little from the light of the fire which flickers in its hearth. "Mione I think that I... Might need a little help with that Potions essay."
You smile, cuff me round the ear and get your books. I sigh. Some other day, I'll tell you.