IT'S NOT WHAT YOU THINK IT IS!!!!
It's Not What You Think It Is
How beautiful she looked. Every soft feature,every subtle curve.He
loved the way she looked at him, staring deep into his eyes. Into his very
self, with those deep,soulful eyes that told her story on their own.It
pleasured Harry to no end to look at her.
He had known her for only five years, but it felt like all his
life. Everything she did made Harry happy. Everything.He knew everything about
her. Her funny, sweet habits and even the bad ones which he found
endearing.They were like an old couple, and, Harry WANTED to believe, that they
were lovers in their past lives.
And yet..these feelings he could only keep to himself. All
shrouded mysteriously inside him. He was dying to tell her, but.Why? Why
couldn't it all be so simple as that? Why did it have to be so awkward? He
desperately wanted to let her know how he felt for her.
It tormented his very soul, thinking about her. How she greeted him
in her own special way everytime they met. How beautiful she looked like in
the bright,early sunshine. Or when she came into the Great Hall,looking
beautiful and always cheerful to see him. She was so pretty, so hardworking, so
clever, and yet, so modest.
He didn't get to see her very often nowadays, especially with all
his schoolwork. But she was always there for him. No matter what. She didn't
talk much, but Harry supposed it was normal. After all,she never shared much
about her life with Harry. Harry always did the talking, she listened.
But tonight, somehow, it was going to be different. I'm going to be a
man and tell her about it. It was dark,and very late. Perfect,Harry
thought, grabbing his glasses and sneaking out of the dormitory. He didn't
even bump into anyone on his way to see her. And she was there, like she
always was. And he poured out his words of love to her-
"My love, for if Ron loves Fleur, and Crabbe and Goyle were meant for each
other, whilst
Draco only loves himself, whom am I to love, but thee, HEDWIG?
THE BLOODY END
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(Wacky Duo#1-- *smirk, smirk, smirk, smirk, smirk)
Wacky Duo#2-- I didn't do anything to this, I SWEAR!!!!!!!!!!)
It's Not What You Think It Is
How beautiful she looked. Every soft feature,every subtle curve.He
loved the way she looked at him, staring deep into his eyes. Into his very
self, with those deep,soulful eyes that told her story on their own.It
pleasured Harry to no end to look at her.
He had known her for only five years, but it felt like all his
life. Everything she did made Harry happy. Everything.He knew everything about
her. Her funny, sweet habits and even the bad ones which he found
endearing.They were like an old couple, and, Harry WANTED to believe, that they
were lovers in their past lives.
And yet..these feelings he could only keep to himself. All
shrouded mysteriously inside him. He was dying to tell her, but.Why? Why
couldn't it all be so simple as that? Why did it have to be so awkward? He
desperately wanted to let her know how he felt for her.
It tormented his very soul, thinking about her. How she greeted him
in her own special way everytime they met. How beautiful she looked like in
the bright,early sunshine. Or when she came into the Great Hall,looking
beautiful and always cheerful to see him. She was so pretty, so hardworking, so
clever, and yet, so modest.
He didn't get to see her very often nowadays, especially with all
his schoolwork. But she was always there for him. No matter what. She didn't
talk much, but Harry supposed it was normal. After all,she never shared much
about her life with Harry. Harry always did the talking, she listened.
But tonight, somehow, it was going to be different. I'm going to be a
man and tell her about it. It was dark,and very late. Perfect,Harry
thought, grabbing his glasses and sneaking out of the dormitory. He didn't
even bump into anyone on his way to see her. And she was there, like she
always was. And he poured out his words of love to her-
"My love, for if Ron loves Fleur, and Crabbe and Goyle were meant for each
other, whilst
Draco only loves himself, whom am I to love, but thee, HEDWIG?
THE BLOODY END
-----
(Wacky Duo#1-- *smirk, smirk, smirk, smirk, smirk)
Wacky Duo#2-- I didn't do anything to this, I SWEAR!!!!!!!!!!)