Okay, let me get something out of my system before I start writing. The pairing that shall result in this story is one that I profoundly cannot stand. But, due to my awful weirdness, I decided to write this anyway and dedicate it to my long-time friend Melissa! Go Melissa! Now on with the story!

A/N: If you see ?-! it signifies that I've put a question mark next to an exclamation mark. This is my way around weird and annoying editing.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of the amazing characters made up by the genius J.K. Rowling. I do however own my sanity…no wait…I lost that….never mind….

Keepsakes

Alright, I'll admit it. He's somewhat attractive. I admit that he has the greenest eyes I've ever seen (or is it Jade?) and those strands of messy, black hair frame them so nicely and Quidditch really has done something with his physique and oops…I'm rambling. The point is though, just because he's the first boy who's ever made my heart quirk whenever he passes by and my best friend does not mean that I'm in love with him. Besides, he's never seen me as anything else besides that, a friend, and will most likely never see me as anything more.

And why would I care if he didn't like me that way anyway? It's not like I want him to. Not like my breath catches in my chest whenever he whips by me on his broomstick, the other contenders in the stands around me yelling about his catch of the Snitch. Not like there are countless ink smudges on my notebooks that vaguely resemble the words "Harry Potter". Not like I sometimes find myself imagining little bushy, black haired kids running around a backyard lawn. Not like that at all.

Okay, scratch that. So what if the last four sentences aren't true? It still doesn't prove anything. In fact, I'll make a list of reasons why I don't like Harry in that way.

1) There is nothing between us that could be called "intimacy".

2) He's got better taste in girls than the likes of me

3) Any relationship we might form would most likely not work (I don't have a reason for this yet. I'm saying this because I'm trying to come up with reasons I'm not in love with him….apparently it's not working but I'll keep trying)

4) Ron would never let me live it down

5) Taped glasses? (although I can't really say they don't make him look rather cute at times)

6) I'm not saying that I noticed, but he smells absolutely lovely; I think it resembles something like crisp, morning air

7) The way he strokes Hedwig at the table during breakfast if certainly something I could stare at all day

8) He's sexy

Hold it right there! This is turning into a list of why I would be in love with him. And…did I really come up with that last one?-! Oh dear…this is definitely not what I expected. Well maybe I did expect this, somewhere in the back of my mind.

But come on though, it's not sensible for me to fret over something like this. People fall in love everyday. It's common everyplace you could possibly go and could happen to anyone. It is completely and utterly normal. Nothing to get hysterical over….

WHAT AM I TALKING ABOUT?-! Falling in love may happen everyday, but it's not everyday that I fall in love! And it's especially not everyday that I realize that I've fallen in love with Harry Potter, the boy who lived and the boy who's saved my life more times than I can count!

Uh oh. I just…did I…? Did I just say that I truly and really LOVE Harry? Did I just prove the very thing what I was trying to deny? I think I did. And come to think about it…I don't think I mind.