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A/N: HELLO. This is my first story. Hope you all enjoy this.
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i'm probably gonna cringe at what i'm writing in like a week from now
There are many possible candidates for me to rant about as to why I dislike them so. But none of them seem to be worthy enough or is the level where it will be too absurd to rant about. But there is one particular person that just pisses me off so much.
Whenever I see her in the school corridors, flashing her gorgeou- *cough* I mean disgusting smile that resembles too much of a beaver, I just want to vomit because of the butterflies- uh.. Cornish pixies invading my stomach.
Yeah.
Whenever I see her hanging around with her pathetic excuses of best friends *ahem* Scarhead and Weaselbee, I get this unpleasant feeling of-of jealousy..I-I mean hatred bubbling inside me. Whenever I see her defending little first years from bullies (aka your's truly :D), I feel angry at myself-I mean angry at her, of course, for stopping me from my daily source of joy.
Lastly, whenever I see her in the library, her nose stuck in a book that is ridiculously thicker than the width of her wrists, I feel like-I mean-I get-I just….
Oh bugger it.
Whenever I see her in the library sitting at the table she claimed her's, I feel like the circulation of my lungs have been cut off and my legs feels like its been struck my the jelly legs jinx.
Whenever I see her bushy mane of hair that is literally the physical embodiment of the Gryffindor mascot, I instantly try to push through people, desperately trying to reach her. But I remembered who I was and I shrunk back into the shadows.
Whenever I see her beautiful chocolate brown eyes glaring into mine, I feel like my whole body's going to melt. When I saw her at the Yule ball back in 4th year, I immediately stopped what I was doing, and gaped at her openly like some kind of silly first year, just like all the males that were present in the room. She was easily the most exquisite creature I have ever and will see. I was green with envy when she was dancing in the arms of that Bulgarian. But I why I dislike her most wasn't because of all those things. I dislike it when she talks to me, I dislike it when she hugs me, I dislike it when she kisses me, and I especially dislike it when she does those little things that makes me feel like I'm the only man in the world for her. Oh yes, I dislike her a lot.
~Fin~