It's killing me. Me, bullying you, calling you a mudblood.
I don't mean it, you know. I am only doing it because my father said so. I am only doing it because I am a coward.
Father says that I must make you and your friends miserable. Father says that mudbloods, half-bloods and blood traitors are scum. Father says, I do.
He never asked me to fall in love with you. Nor did I expect to.
But…your courage, your determination, your brilliance…
Well, it changed me.
The way I think. The things I believe.
Father would punish me if he found out I envy the Weasel. That I wish I were him, the one who could make you laugh, the one who received your kisses and hugs.
Father would disown me if he knew I stare at the back of your head and daydream about what it would be like to hold your hand.
Father would torture me if he knew the thoughts I thought.
So, until I can face that-
I will forever be your secret admirer.
