I Love You
By the Queen of Books
Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns everything. So don't sue me.
Being thirteen isn't easy. It gets even harder if you fall in love. My best and only friend recognized it immidiatly. "You like him, don't you?" she asked. But I was too embarassed too admit it. I knew he could never like me back.
My friend and I grew apart. She got over her longtime crush and got her very first boyfriend. I knew my love would never see me. He didn't even know my name.
Everyone in my house thought I was a bit weird, and I decided to use that. My strangeness became my sheild. If he wouldn't see me, nobody would.
The came my fourth year. I talked to him on the train. He looked at me like I was crazy. The rest of the year I tried to impress him with my cleverness and wit. But he wouldn't notice me. At the end of the year my friend and I got closer again, and she invited me to her house for the summer. I was sorry to have to say no, as my father and I were going to Sweden for the summer.
That summer was full of attacks. Voldemort started fighting both the ministry and the Order, and many people died.
In my fifth year we got closer, my friend and I. She came to me with boyfriend toubles, and I comforted her.
Then, at the end of my sixth year, I found her crying over a letter. Her brother was dead. I started crying, too. And even if I never told you when you were alive, I want you to know this:
I love you, Ron Weasley.
Luna
A/N: What do you think? I was going to do a happy ending, but this is more effective, don't you think?
By the Queen of Books
Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns everything. So don't sue me.
Being thirteen isn't easy. It gets even harder if you fall in love. My best and only friend recognized it immidiatly. "You like him, don't you?" she asked. But I was too embarassed too admit it. I knew he could never like me back.
My friend and I grew apart. She got over her longtime crush and got her very first boyfriend. I knew my love would never see me. He didn't even know my name.
Everyone in my house thought I was a bit weird, and I decided to use that. My strangeness became my sheild. If he wouldn't see me, nobody would.
The came my fourth year. I talked to him on the train. He looked at me like I was crazy. The rest of the year I tried to impress him with my cleverness and wit. But he wouldn't notice me. At the end of the year my friend and I got closer again, and she invited me to her house for the summer. I was sorry to have to say no, as my father and I were going to Sweden for the summer.
That summer was full of attacks. Voldemort started fighting both the ministry and the Order, and many people died.
In my fifth year we got closer, my friend and I. She came to me with boyfriend toubles, and I comforted her.
Then, at the end of my sixth year, I found her crying over a letter. Her brother was dead. I started crying, too. And even if I never told you when you were alive, I want you to know this:
I love you, Ron Weasley.
Luna
A/N: What do you think? I was going to do a happy ending, but this is more effective, don't you think?
