A/N: I wrote this based on a Supernatural oneshot I had lying around. Any constructive comments would be greatly greatly appreciated
Obligatory disclaimer: Harry Potter does not belong to me. Neither do any of the characters. If they did, there'd be a lot more kissing and a lot less dying.
I love her
I'm done trying to deny it. Well, not really denying it. More like preventing myself from blurting it out when I'm around her.
I have no plans to tell her. Why would I?
I have nothing to offer her. What am I if not a broken shell of a man. What would I tell her? "Hello, I am desperately in love with you, stay with me forever"
But who am I kidding, I would gladly sell my soul to say that to her. I just want to hold her.
Stroke her hair. Ask her how her day was.
Nothing much.
I just want to be with her
But she is much better than I will ever deserve.
Thoughts?