Sometimes, she stays awake at night listing all the reasons that she should hate him. Should never want to see the messy top of hair. Reason after reason the list goes on until she loses track of what number she's on. And then, then she remember that honestly and truly, she doesn't hate him. She just wants to. Quite the opposite of how she really feels in fact, but she can't let him know it. OR any of the rest of them as a matter of fact.
She wishes she could go back to the days she really did hate him. Or, better yet, to the days when all boys had cooties. Yes, that was the best. Boys were disgusting and that was that. None of this nonsense of love. Love was something your parents said they were in. Or how you felt about your puppy. Love was not used for Boys.
Except Daddys. They were special. She remember her Daddy. Its' hard now, it's been a long time since he left, but she remembers. She remembers an she wants to go back. Back to being his little princess.
He's told her plenty of times that she can be his princess. She said he could shove it up his arse. He said ow and walked away looking remotely hurt. Two horse later she caught him snogging a random Hufflepuff. Then, the next day it happened again.
She wants to know why he toys with her. He's a jerk, yes, but why her? Why not some other random girl? Why Lily for God's sake? And why, all of a sudden, does she love him?
She thinks it's time for her list again…