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Author's Notes: Ah, the dreaded drabble. I was bored and drabbles are rather difficult to write (creating intense emotion in exactly one hundred words--not exactly easy for me), but I hope you'll enjoy them anyway. And, erm, should I have made up any words, well: oops.

Review, if you would, and make me a very happy writer.

Aliss

Sometimes

Whose Happiness?

Sometimes, when I stand next to you, or even just think about you, I can't help but be torn into two raggedy, worn, well-know pieces.

One wants me to be happy. That's the half that wants to lock us up and throw away the key; it would just be you and me, forever together.

The other wants you to be happy. Even if that meant never speaking to you again, never sitting next to you again, never thinking about you again—if it would make you happy, I would do it.

So, what shall it be—my happiness, or yours?

Beyond Love

It's one thing to love someone; it's another to feel what I feel for you.

I don't know what it's like to be in love; what I feel for you isn't love—it's so much more. It's beyond words, beyond comprehension, beyond feeling—so beyond understanding that I call it love for lack of better word.

I can feel it in my bones, like an overwhelming aching from the very bottom of my heart. It grasps my very thoughts in painful remembrance as you creep into my mind.

Sometimes I love my love for you. And sometimes, I hate it.

Divided

There are two parts of me when it comes to you.

One part wants me to just give in—I'm too tired of playing this game. I want to throw in the towel and announce defeat. This part tells me that I could learn to love you. I'm not so sure.

The other part wants me to hold fast. I hate to see you like this, wanting something that could never be, but I also know that pretending to want you would break you more than if we were never involved.

And sometimes… sometimes, I wish I could love you.

Only One

"Why not, Evans? C'mon, just one date!"

"No!"

"Why not?"

"Why me?"

"Why you—?"

"Yeah, why me? Out of all the girls who are prettier and smarter and more popular—why'd you choose me, of all people?"

"Just—I dunno, because you're different than those other girls!"

"Mmhmm, I'm sure. I've heard that a dozen times and it's never been true. What makes you the exception?"

"Because it doesn't matter if you're not the prettiest or the smartest or the most popular—I still like you for you!"

"And how many girls have you told that to?"

"Only one."

A Change

"Just one date, Evans! Waddaya say?"

"I still say no, Potter."

"C'mon, why not?"

"Because, Potter, you're just like all the others, using sweet words and showing off to get my attention."

"I can't help—"

"And out of all the girls in Hogwarts, why me? 'Because you're different, you're special!' That's what they all say. So what about you, Potter? You could have your pick of girls—why me?"

"It's more than about you being different and special, Lily; you are—but it's more than that. More than anything, Lily, more than anything, you make me want to change."

That Something

There's something about you that I just can't put my finger on. I noticed it the first time I met you, though at the time, I passed it off as cooties.

But let me tell you, it's certainly not cooties.

At second glance I thought it was compassion, but my intuition said otherwise. Perhaps it was honesty, I reasoned, only to change my mind again. Your wit, or maybe that understanding nature?

Again, no. It was so much more that that—like everything beautiful in the world.

Whatever it is, though, it's what made me fall in love with you.