Its not like i had always loved him.
Infact, i hadnt even realised i did until about 30seconds before. Bad, huh? i guess i always liked to pretend he felt something for me. I played up to this, flirting with him constantly. I just never thought anything could happen.
I mean, he was Proffesor Neville Longbottom, revered wizard of the Second Wizarding War. And me? Well, i was just Rose Weasley. Daughter of two of the Trio. Herbology was always my favourite lesson. I told myself it was the plants. Now im not so sure. I always studied extra hard,tried that bit more to impress him. I revelled in his attention, but i never really thought about why. Until that day... It was not uncommon for me to spend my free time with the plants. But normally i was on my own. That day, i was not. I could feel someone watching me, and tried to shrug it off. But the longer i tried, the worse it became. Finally, i turned, to see Proffesor Longbottom standing watching me. He had his arms crossed, and was leaning on a pillar. I could not decipher the look on his face. I loved the way he spoke, the pitch of his voice not too high to be girly, but not too low that it was out of place. So when he spoke now, i listenes intently, as i always did. If only i had known...