Author's note: I am writing this in the computer lab, while I am supposed to be working on my science project with Ashley, who is messing around with fonts on PowerPoint next to me. Forgive the random shortness of this one-shot, I only have twenty-five minutes to screw with character's minds…
Disclaimer: I own nothing. It's sad, isn't it? It's also sad how fat Frank is. Oh no wait… that's not sad, that's funny. Characters belong to Jo… (bow down).
Thoughts
You rush on, acting as though you can't see him, holding hands with her, strolling down the corridor…Oh how you hate Lavender Brown. The solution is simple, of course. Just pretend none of it ever happened. You've never met Ronald Weasley in your life. Pretend that shivers don't urn through your entire body every time he brushes past you.
Okay, so what if you're in love with him? You might as well get over it because he doesn't love you, not anymore anyway. But you can't pretend you don't miss that…that time he kissed you. That rainy night last year when Harry was in detention wit Umbridge and he came back from practicing on his broom, soaking wet, and you remember just how good he looked, with his red hair falling in his eyes, and how he looked at you when he came in the common room. You two were the only ones there, and he just sat down next to you on the couch and the next thing you knew, you were full-out snogging… and then he never mentioned it again.
You hate when he touches you, brushes past you in the corridor, accidentally nudges your foot under a table with his own, but you love it too. Brief physical contact is all you have left, and it sets every inch of you on fire.
But you love fighting with him. And you miss it. You miss the way his eyes would turn an even brighter shade of blue than usual before an argument. You miss being mad at him. It occurs to you that you're mad at him right now, but now he won't come back and look at you that way and apologize, blushing adorably. You want him to leave you alone but at the same time you want to keep him close.
But God, you want him. And you can tell sometimes, at least you think you can, in those time that your eyes lock for those few seconds, that he wants you too. You hate him, but you could never live without him. You need him.
He's walking over to you now. She's not with him.
"Come with me." He whispers. "I have to talk to you." And then he pulls you down the hallway and into an empty classroom and then he's telling you that he loves you and he's kissing you and it's all too good to be true, but something feels terribly wrong, and then you're being shaken awake by Harry. You've dozed off in front of the common room fire. It was all a dream. You feel almost like crying. Then you look over at him and he's sitting with Lavender, but he's looking at you, and it's almost as if he knows. And some sort of courage takes over you (Maybe it's the Gryffindor kicking in all of a sudden), and you wink at him. Then rush off to your dorm, blushing furiously. Maybe one day the dream will be reality.
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