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"Blaise, who owns Harry Potter?"
"Umm…Ginny Weasley?"
"NO! J. K. Rowling! Now say it!"
"Say what?"
(SMACK) "That she owns Harry Potter!"
"She owns Harry Potter."
"NO! Say J. K. Rowling owns Harry Potter and I don´t!"(SMACKSMACKSMACK)
"OWW! ALRIGHT .Rose DON`T OWN SHIT! SHE`S TOO ABUSIVE! J. K. Rowling DOES! SHE`S NICER!"
"Ugh…..okay. Good enough. Blaise?"
"Yeah?"
"Sorry. Love you?"
"Love you too."
(Smiles)
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It was just another normal day in Hogwarts in our sixth year; the sun was shining, the willow was whomping and I was sitting by the lake with my long-time-best-friend Blaise Zabini. We were lazing about in the grass; he was leaning against a tree absentmindedly playing with my hair while I leaned against him, writing in my diary. I trusted him enough to know he wouldn´t peek. He rambled on about whatever he was thinking about. Right now it was my refusing to believe I was pretty; "I mean really Daphodill, why don´t you think you´re pretty? You have a nice figure, your eyes are the deepest shade of brown I´ve ever seen and your hair….I mean look at it", he said holding some of it in front of my face causing me to sneeze and giggle, "This is great hair! It´s soft, dark brown with a slight wave and it´s really long. I mean pretty is a bit of an understatement." "See Diary, that right there is why I´m in love with him but I could never tell him, it could ruin everything." I wrote. You always make me smile, that´s why I love you." I whispered dreamily. Then, as I felt his fingers pause in my hair, I realized what I had said. Out loud. Shit. "Did you hear that?" I asked shakily. "Yes." He replied, sounding husky and…happy? "No he can´t be happy, it´s probably just shock". I thought. "Then there is only one thing to do."I said as I stood and ran. I didn´t even know where I was going I was just running, tears streaming down my cheeks. "HEY! HEY DAPH, WAIT UP!" he called, but I wasn´t listening, I was praying: "Please God, if you love me, open up the ground and swallow me." I paused, shrugged and kept running. Well, heaven wasn´t helping me today. "Hey, STOP!" he yelled, catching up with me, grabbing my wrist and spinning me around so that we were at minimal distance from each other. I looked at the ground, not daring to look him in the eyes, those chocolate eyes I had lost myself in so many times before. "Doll, look at me." He whispered, using his pet name for me, "Did you mean it? Did you?" I nodded weakly, no use denying it now. He sighed happily (again with the happy, I think he´s still in shock!)"Thank Merlin! Daphne Greengrass, you- you are the craziest, most talented and most beautiful witch in the whole world! I love you too!" My head snapped up. I had waited six years to hear those three words. "I-I-I-mmph!" I stuttered, only to be interrupted by his kiss. "I-I don´t understand you-you LOVE me?" I managed to get out between kisses. "I´ve loved you since you tripped down the stairs on your way to the dungeons in first year and landed on me. I took one look into your big brown eyes and you knocked me of my feet. Literally, you knocked me over and onto the floor, hurt like hell. If I remember correctly you broke my foot." He chuckled. We stood there for a while, just talking and kissing every once and a while.
This is gonna be one hell of a diary entry.