dig

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I stand here and stare at you. All steel grey eyes and acid blonde hair. Surrounded by people looking up to you, showering you with admiration and adulation. And you, the picture of disinterest, with barely a glance in their direction. Your head turns toward me, and I realize I need to get away.

I'm sprinting down the hall and almost make it to Gryffindor tower, before I hear you calling my name. Merlin, if you knew what that voice does to me...

I stop and turn around, and you're yelling at me. I can't hear what you say. All I can see is your mouth, moving quickly with anger. Oh, what those lips could be doing if I were in control of them.

You pause and look at me, realizing that I haven't heard a word you said. It seems like you're almost going to ask what's wrong with me, and a glimmer of hope surges through me.

Suddenly I'm on the ground, reeling from your shove, and I see you stalking off down the hall. I suppose it will always be this way. You could never see me as anything more than the media projected shell of myself. If only you'd be willing to dig a little deeper.