A Simple Thing Called Love
Summary: Just a little fake journal entry written by Harry about his love for a certain someone. A bit fluffy, yes, but fluff is nice, right?
Disclaimer: I'm not JK, I don't own Harry Potter, blah blah blah, you get the idea.
August 16, 1996
Fourteen days. A mere two weeks seperate me from the man of my dreams. Of course, he doesn't know he is the man of my dreams. He has no idea that we are destined to be together as lovers for the rest of our lives. He doesn't realize that through all of the hate we have for each other, there is something much, much deeper, that can make even a grown man run scared. That, my friends, is a little thing called love. L-O-V-E. The simplest of words, formed by four even simpler letters. Even though this small word may seem just that -- small, uncomplicated -- it's not. Really, it's so much more than that: It is a deep, tender feeling of affection, solicitude, towards a certain person in your life that you just can't deny no matter how hard you try. It sounds wonderful, to be in love. But to be in love, means putting yourself out for all to see. Setting yourself up for rejection. Through all the happy moments...someone always gets hurt. Could love get any harder?
I have loved seldom in my life. I know not the feeling of true "Let's grow old together, I want to spend every waking second I have with you" love. All I have ever experienced is the platonic type of love, the type you have for your best friends. I love my best friends to death, sure, but it sucks not having anything more. All my life I've been devoid of such a strong feeling towards another person...until right now.
Every time I hear his name, my heart plummets into an unknown layer. I feel like I'm on top of the world when he is around. Most say he is cold-hearted, and mean...but inside I know that can't be. For it is impossible, that someone so naturally beautiful, can be as bad as they say. He is my star-crossed lover. We will be together, I can feel it in my heart.
But this, I'm afraid, is something he hasn't come to terms with yet. For when he looks at me, I melt on the inside, every time. No matter what kind of message is being sent from his eyes, whether cold and ruthless, or gentler and softer...it never fails. My knees go weak and I don't think I could get anymore nervous. When he is close a chill shivers down my spine. When he speaks to me, even spitting a rude "Move it, Potter," into my face, I die on the inside; knowing I can't have him kills me. But that's also when I realize that I can't live without him, that if I have to I'll die altogether. That I can't go on for another second without having him by my side, to wake up next to, to share toothpaste with.
But when I look at him...I can tell he feels nothing. I make him feel no special way. The things that run through my mind, never run through his. He doesn't dream of waking up to see me cooking him buttered toast in my underwear. He doesn't want near my toothpaste, that's for sure...
You can always tell. For when someone is in love, they have always have a certain aura about them. They're ready to burst on the inside, wanting to let anyone and everyone know about their feelings for that oh so special someone, but they hesitate, not wanting other people to feel bad. I will tell you right now, that Draco Malfoy holds no such aura, especially for me. He is pretty much the opposite.
So with this knowledge in mind, my lovelies, I will ask you again: Can love get any harder?
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