This Feeling is Real
She said, "I've got to be honest,
You're wasting your time if you're fishin' around here."
And I said, "You must be mistaken,
I'm not foolin', this feelin' is real."
She said, "You've gotta be crazy!
What do you take me for? Some kind of easy mark?"
"What are you doing?"
"Oh what I usually do, sitting on the balcony during a crazy masquerade ball."
"Ah. Sounds boring."
"Maybe. I didn't notice. Why are you here? Come to torment me with your annoying
taunts?" Angry, so angry.
"Of course not, I would never do something like that."
"Oh please. I can't believe you. Are you having a bet to see how pissed off you get me?" Don't give him the satisfaction.
"Actually I came out here to keep you company. That's a good idea though. I should do that sometime."
"Yeah, just like that bet with your stupid friends to see if you could actually get me to go out with you." Can't hold it in anymore.
"That-"
"I don't care what your excuses are. That hurt and you could never imagine how I felt!"
"I know…"
"No you don't! How could you possibly? That's never happened to you! Every girl is practically in love with you!"
"No they're not."
"Oh please. Like you don't see their looks and hear their whispers and read their little love notes. Don't even lie." Stop lying to me!
"So you've been watching me?"
"Wha- no! I just… happen to glance up and see all of the notes on your desk and you writing back- Probably something equally cheesy and cliché."
" 'Mione…"
"Don't even start with that! Don't- don't call me that! It was just a lie! All of it!" The tears are coming.
"Are you crying?"
Those warm fingers on her face, wiping away my tears… "No! Don't touch me! I loved you! Do you even know what love is?"
"Yes… I do…"
"I'm sure. Your definition of love probably is money." That doesn't even make sense.
"No it's not."
"Then why would you make a bet like that?"
"I didn't take the money. I couldn't take it. You know those letters you saw on my desk? Those were from me."
What? "Why were you writing yourself letters?"
"No not from me, by me- I wrote them. There were so many because I couldn't think of the right thing to say and I kept messing up."
"Well it's all the same- they were to your little admirers, I'm sure." I think…
"No. They were to this girl I love… You. I wasn't faking, it was just an excuse to date you without people bugging us."
"Wha-" His warm lips and his strong hands around me again. The holes in my heart are filling…
"Malfoy."