Hey, I was really bored one night and figured, what the heck? So here 'tis. More chapters to come!
Pain. That's all that remains. Never again will such love course through me just to be washed with bleach, staining my very soul. I promised myself I would never again allow myself to be hurt in such a fashion. Truth is, I am in love. This in itself would not have been a problem, had I not been the Boy That Lived, even if I wasn't gay.
That was something I had already learned to cope with… But the moment he cowered under the Sorting Hat, with such frightened amazement in his eyes, I fell in love, entirely and completely. This was a feeling entirely new to me. I had once felt the power that a crush holds, but complete and unbridled love was uncharted territory.
His eyes moved across the room, until they reached mine. With recognition, his wonderful amber eyes flew wide. "Gryffindor!" I could barely hear the Sorting Hat as we gazed at each other. The moment felt like an eternity, the moment before the Hat was removed and placed upon the next unsuspecting first year.
He immediately headed in my direction, but to my dismay, he simply wished to have an autograph and his photo taken with the 'famous Harry Potter.' That evening was the worst opening night of my Hogwarts career, if it can even be considered such a thing, for I had fallen for none other than Colin Creevy.
Over the weeks that passed following the ceremony, he seemed to follow me everywhere, snapping photo after photo. I enjoyed his presence, but the endless clicks of the camera began to drive me mad. I endured it, though. Anything to be near him. I knew, after all, that this would be the closest I would ever get to him…
Sorry this chapter is so short... Next'll be longer!