Written for the Skeletons in the Closet Challenge by Anti-Professional Daydreamer.
J. K. Rowling owns Harry Potter.
Secret #49: I hear your voice, and I am undone.
I hide, no, read in the back corner of the library, watching him.
Not watching, observing. That's not right either.
I refuse to let myself believe that I could even think of such a prat as Draco Malfoy.
Yet sometimes he is kind.
I know what you're thinking. Kind? As if. He's a pureblooded idiot!
I secretly disagree.
But no one will ever know that.
Because tomorrow I graduate, and so will he, and we'll go our separate ways.
I hope we won't, but we will.
My chest constricts at the thought of leaving Hogwarts. The only comforting thing is that I know that I'll be back, as a professor.
I secretly hope that he'll come back too.
And that we'll create a whirlwind romance full of love and happiness.
Not that I would ever admit that to anyone, especially him.
I would also never admit that when I hear his voice, I melt inside.
I come undone like the laces on my boots when I use magic to untie them.
Like a cloud turning to rain and then evaporating into the air.
Just like that.
There's just something about his voice; even when he insults me, it has this nice tone that I could never completely explain.
And at least he hasn't insulted me in a while.
In fact, he hasn't talked to me in weeks, and it kills me like poison in my blood.
The only thing that makes it bearable is when I feel his gorgeous silvery eyes on me.
I feel it now, that feeling when I know that he's watching me.
I tilt my head away from my book, glancing up at him.
He is smiling at me.
Not a smirk, but a smile.
His smiles lift me up onto puffy romantic clouds.
The only thing that this scene need to complete is me, so I respond with the obvious.
A true smile.