Authors Note/ Disclaimer: This is my first posted fiction. It's ment to be short and very to the point. Unrequited love can be hard. Also, I'm obviously not J.K. Rowling, and don't own the Potter series.
I hate myself for what I'm going to admit, but- to lighten this intolerable burden- it must be said. I'm afraid of my ever-growing infatuation on my enemy, Sirius Black.
Pranks, some near-death experiments, every wrong done, didn't matter after one simple moment. In this a sudden fire grew within me. And this fire didn't have anything to do with hatred! I was amazed and scared in the instant a stream of light hit him. It was perfect, his handsome features were suddenly highlighted, and the Ravenclaw witch he was with was suddenly lost to his new found glory. And this is the image that haunts my best dreams and my worst nightmares. I'm lost to it. While we quarrel and bicker, the only real raw passion I can muster comes from this unreturned love.
A real pain comes from the knowledge that there could never be anything real between us. Nothing meaningful could become of the joining of the houses, or of the vast difference in our values. He is far to lost to the notion of quick, physical passion, and I to the romantic idea of life-long love.
No, we are to far gone on anther passion, a differing value, and unmet love. We must always be at odds, lest he discover my new found position. I must blacken my heart and accept his stance. But, this burden may never totally ease itself from my heart.