He'll Never Know
For I'll Never Tell
I watched silently while my friends chatted around me pulling food onto their plates and talking excitedly amongst each other feeding off the energy of the Great Hall.
I offer a small smile to Terry Boot who was looking at me with a slight frown before I turned my attention to the Gryffindor table.
There he sat, like me he was quiet only offering a few words here and there to the friends he was sitting with. Usually he had a book with him which he looked through with almost loving interest, but not tonight, tonight he sat with his friends conversing quietly and laughing now and then. No he wasn't the most attractive guy at school, when we were younger he had been slightly chubby but throughout the last few years he had slowly lost that gaining a solid look to him.
There were times I would considering offering to pay him just to have a hug from him, for his exclusive and rarely seen bright smile to be directed in my direction.
"Lisa TURPINNNNNN"
I wave my hand at my friends pushing my blond hair out of my face focusing my attention once more on the Gryffindor boy. We had spoken a few times, but the conversation was usually pretty strained and odd. He was a shy guy, I was a shy girl I couldn't just walk up and talk to him.
"You're going to stare holes into his head" Terry mumbles into my ear making me jump. I glare at my best friend before looking down at my plate to hide my blush. He was the only one who knew of the insanely embarrassing crush I had and I was going to keep it that way. If he found out, it would be mortifying.
"He's nice, you should talk to him more"
"Talk to who more?" Michael Corner asks turing away from his conversation with Padma Patil, more fellow sixth years.
"No one, he wants me to write more letters to my Dad" I interrupt giving Terry a sharp jab in the ribs with my elbow. He winces which satisfies me in a sick kind of way.
I see him standing from his spot, following the lead of his friends as they walk from the Hall talking amongst themselves. A few girls stare at his friends, Dean Thomas was a tall guy and there was no doubting how attractive the sixth year Gryffindor was, Seamus Finnigan was telling a story attracting a bit of attention as they left, him following along behind laughing quietly.
His movement wasn't as clumsy as it once had been, he was slowly growing more confident as the years went on, and that was only adding to my attraction to him.
Neville Longbottom, my crush since first year, and he'd never know.