- I can not believe I wrote this! This the result of me on a sugar high thinkning up wierd ass couples at 3:00 in
the morning! Well, as usual, Harry is portrayed as a bastard, and major Draco sympathy warning. Unexpected
ending! I strangely like this and I hope you enjoy!Oh and, a certain someone has body parts!
Dia Presents to you~
~Watching You From Afar~
-I feel a cool breeze blow past me, rustling the leaves of the tree I'm hiding behind.
-For most Hogwarts students, this day is a day for sleeping, studying, and hanging around the common rooms
bored stiff. For me, it was the perfect opportunity to recollect my thoughts and to do something I rarely get to do.
-And that is watching him..
-The sky is a drabby gray. The same color as his eyes, only lacking the malicious and cold glint that frightens me,
and yet strangly aroises me. ( Authors note:See! This person has body parts!)
-I watch him from behind this old oak tree. I watch the wind ever so slightly ruffle his hair.
-He is sitting at the foot of another old oak, which is facing sideways to me. He has his knees drawn to his chest,
hugging them tightly, and has his face burried into his arms.
-If it wasn't for the soft crying and the little whispers of ' He hates me,' that drift through the windy air. I wouldn't
know what was the reason for him being without a companion.
-He looks like a fallen angel, maybe he is. I wouldn't know but, there is one thing for certain.
-Harry hurt him.
-This is one of the rare moments I wished I had enough strength and courage to pound Harry Potter's face, wiping
his smug smile off.
-If I had enough strength and courage.
-I turn my concentration back to the small figure. Many times on many occasions I have thought of actually walking
up to him and having a pleasant conversation.
-I don't do it because I am a coward.
- Maybe I don't want to spoil the pleasantries of watching him. I want to comfort him, but something inside me says
, ' He doesn't care about you! He'll just reply with a nasty retort!'.
-I hear the russling of grass being walked on, I spin around to see a very familiar face. It's Colin.
-" Nevi, would you like to..show me that place you said I could take a perfect picture of the castle..." Colin says
softly, desperately trying to hid the blush that was slowly creeping up his cheeks.
-"Sure," I reply. At least I know Colin cares about me, and I care about him. I steal quick glance back at the small
figure before I walk off with Colin.
-Of course I care about Colin, but I care, no love, him and I want him to at least care about me. The again, I really
don't know what I want.
-Maybe the truly only thing I want, the only thing for certain.
-Is the sense of belonging I get from watching you from afar.
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Okay, I have no privacy what-so-ever. My father just walked in and attempted to read this. I'm surprised I can
write something this short! Well, if ya didn't know Neville was the narrator and was lusting over Draco ( who was
crying because of bastard-Harry) and has an active relationship with Colin. I am freaked out because of this..
2 cliches, one written with my partner of crime, Ivanho of Canada ( he's not Canadian.)
~*Dia*~
the morning! Well, as usual, Harry is portrayed as a bastard, and major Draco sympathy warning. Unexpected
ending! I strangely like this and I hope you enjoy!Oh and, a certain someone has body parts!
Dia Presents to you~
~Watching You From Afar~
-I feel a cool breeze blow past me, rustling the leaves of the tree I'm hiding behind.
-For most Hogwarts students, this day is a day for sleeping, studying, and hanging around the common rooms
bored stiff. For me, it was the perfect opportunity to recollect my thoughts and to do something I rarely get to do.
-And that is watching him..
-The sky is a drabby gray. The same color as his eyes, only lacking the malicious and cold glint that frightens me,
and yet strangly aroises me. ( Authors note:See! This person has body parts!)
-I watch him from behind this old oak tree. I watch the wind ever so slightly ruffle his hair.
-He is sitting at the foot of another old oak, which is facing sideways to me. He has his knees drawn to his chest,
hugging them tightly, and has his face burried into his arms.
-If it wasn't for the soft crying and the little whispers of ' He hates me,' that drift through the windy air. I wouldn't
know what was the reason for him being without a companion.
-He looks like a fallen angel, maybe he is. I wouldn't know but, there is one thing for certain.
-Harry hurt him.
-This is one of the rare moments I wished I had enough strength and courage to pound Harry Potter's face, wiping
his smug smile off.
-If I had enough strength and courage.
-I turn my concentration back to the small figure. Many times on many occasions I have thought of actually walking
up to him and having a pleasant conversation.
-I don't do it because I am a coward.
- Maybe I don't want to spoil the pleasantries of watching him. I want to comfort him, but something inside me says
, ' He doesn't care about you! He'll just reply with a nasty retort!'.
-I hear the russling of grass being walked on, I spin around to see a very familiar face. It's Colin.
-" Nevi, would you like to..show me that place you said I could take a perfect picture of the castle..." Colin says
softly, desperately trying to hid the blush that was slowly creeping up his cheeks.
-"Sure," I reply. At least I know Colin cares about me, and I care about him. I steal quick glance back at the small
figure before I walk off with Colin.
-Of course I care about Colin, but I care, no love, him and I want him to at least care about me. The again, I really
don't know what I want.
-Maybe the truly only thing I want, the only thing for certain.
-Is the sense of belonging I get from watching you from afar.
______________________________________________________________________________________
Okay, I have no privacy what-so-ever. My father just walked in and attempted to read this. I'm surprised I can
write something this short! Well, if ya didn't know Neville was the narrator and was lusting over Draco ( who was
crying because of bastard-Harry) and has an active relationship with Colin. I am freaked out because of this..
2 cliches, one written with my partner of crime, Ivanho of Canada ( he's not Canadian.)
~*Dia*~