Silent Yearning
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of its characters. I would not be writing this if I did, now would I?
Authors note: This is a different kind of story for me. It came to me as I was sitting alone in my room, about to read Harry Potter over again. Please review and tell me what you think. I hope you enjoy!
I sit in a hidden corner. I have company, though I do not notice. I stare out onto the grounds at the bushy head of the sixth-year girl. She is sitting under the old oak tree, just like always. She has her nose pressed into a book, hidden from my view. I cannot see the way her nose crinkles in concentration, nor can I see the small crease that appears between her brows. But I have the vision memorized in my mind, just like every other vision of her. I always seem to analyze her without even realizing that I am doing so. However, I now have to observe her from afar, seeing as she won't even look at me, let alone be anywhere near me.
I feel a shift in the worn-down couch that I have been nestled in, and I look over to see Lavender scooting closer towards me. She lifts her left arm from her lap and puts it behind my head, turning it so that I am now looking at her smitten expression. She leans in, begging for a kiss. I grant it. I do not feel any passion or excitement, or any emotion that should come to mind when imagining a kiss from a beautiful girl.
She is not the beauty that I yearn for, however. I quickly come up for air, only to turn back to the window. My insides drop as I realize that she has moved from her spot, probably headed to the library. I sigh and sink into my chair, feeling nothing as a pair of arms engulf me.