A/N: This story WILL contain femmeslash. Don't like, don't read; there are plenty of other things out there for you. For everyone else: bear in mind that these are just moments, and that they will be of varying length. The rating will be earned! Also, please review-even if it's just to let me know what you'd like to see next. I'm less invested in fics with no reviewers.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter (or any of his lovely friends).
You weren't expecting to fall for her, that's true. You didn't think that she'd come to mean so much, so fast, and you're not sure how it started, when you look back at everything you've been through together.
It seems like she was always a little too close, a little too concerned, but you've never noticed because didn't you want her to be, if you look at it objectively? Didn't you get a little thrill when she asked, when she talked to you, and you wonder why it wasn't a clue, because how could you not notice?
But they say love is blind, and that hindsight is 20/20, and you wonder, why hasn't anyone looked at those two statements and seen the connection between them before now?