~~Hello. You people probably do not want to put up with me anymore. Always disappearing with unfinished stories and what-not... I give my sincerest apolojizes. Everything has just been so... -Never mind, you don't want to put up with my excuses. Her is a new story for all of you. I hope you like it. Please, tell me what you think but remember, I don't own Harry Potter. How... unfortunate...~~
Hermione Granger's Point Of View (P.O.V.)
Professor Snape's low monotone droning is ringing around my ears but is not quite functioning into a true hear-and-remember process. More like an annoying little buzzing that bounces around in the head for a while before disintegrating to nothingness. I suppose that's what happens to more than fifty percent of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class does and calls "Not Paying Attention". Unfortunately, I've never been one to do such a thing and am now currently breaking that years long perfect listening streak.
And it's all because of her.
My beautiful distraction that sits right across the small isle from where I am seated myself. Round face looking bored and dazed as it tilts back and forth between the lecturing professor to the blank piece of parchment on the wooden desk. Midnight black hair, shining with a blue hue in the dim lighting of the dungeons, sits only about an inch above sharp black sweater-ed shoulders. It's her legs that I can't keep my eyes off though. Completely hairless, porcelain white legs crossed at the ankle with no socks to hide the enchantment from my roaming brown eyes…
She's like that lost treasure that we search for all our lives. Maybe even just trying to reach for all our lives. It's there, but it cannot be touched, no matter what the feeling you have stinging with the beat of your heart.
She's so beautiful… But she's female…
Like I am.
She could never like me back the same way…
Pansy Parkinson's Point Of View (P.O.V.)
Professor Snape just drones on and on. His low voice is just daring anyone to try and speak out or ask a question. No one would dare though. He'd deduct points from any "goody-goody" Gryffindor and scold any prime Slytherin. Usually, I'd be willing to take a chance and challenge the idiot Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. But I cannot even focus on a little portion of what is coming out from between is thin bloodless lips. Not one word gets by my ears without disappearing to another more incredible thought.
And it's all because of her.
My amazing "high" that sits right across from my place in this dark dungeon. Her pale, oval shaped face looks almost distracted, but I am almost positive the she's paying attention even though I can see the outline of her long lashes moving away from the professor. Soft ringlets of brown hair with mixtures of honey gold color reflect to an angelic sheen even in the dim lighting of the dungeons, lays right at the edge of her pink sweater-ed scapula bones. She has marvelous legs though from what I can see. Not that I can see much behind the knee-high plain white socks and gray plaid skirt that's much to big for her model thin figure…
She's like an addiction to cocaine, or alcohol. Maybe even to… sex. An addiction to lust and groping love that makes one's heart want to burst with every passion filled touch. Though we have never touched, just studying her feels like the cradling emotion.
She's so amazing… But she's a girl…
Just like me.
She would never like me the same way I do her…
~~ Thank you very much for reading the first chapter of my new story. I hope it was up to your standards. I have more chapters written and will get busy on more. Again, many thanks. Farewell. I wave my black lace glove to you.~~
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