Hey, guys, I've had this on the computer for awhile, and I decided to post it. I wrote this in my Spanish class...yeah...I was supposed to be checking my vocabulary, but you know you have inspiration dn you just go with it!
DISCLAIMER: No soy dueño de Harry Potter ... por desgracia. La trama, aunque es mío! Translate that! Seriously, do I want to know if I spelled all that right!
It's Living Hell
Going day to day and seeing his face and knowing he can't be yours. Knowing that no matter what you may look like he won't be yours. Knowing that you'll never win and to him you're just a Gryffindor in his eyes, and nothing more. Let me tell you, its living hell.
One Shot
You don't want anything more than for him to notice you. You live to see his face, to argue with him, and when his arm accidently brushes against yours, you have to struggle to breathe. The spark that you feel goes unnoticed by him. Your heart clenches and your stomach drops when he stares into your chocolate brown eyes.
When he's in the same room as you, you know without looking up. You can feel his presence, and to you it's lighter in the room. You glance over at him very few seconds, reassuring yourself that he's real. You watch as his blond hair, pale skin, and silver orbs seem to make your day better.
He's the only one that will call you stupid and argue about what the plan should be. As you yell insults at each other, excitement runs though you because when he insults you, at least he knows you exists. Eventually, Blaise will make a comprise and end your enjoyment. You roll your eyes, pretending to be annoyed. But, you feel alive every time he glares at you.
You don't realize you've fallen for him until Blaise's party. You wear a knee length, one shoulder Slytherin green dress with silver jewelry. Your hair is down in loose curls and you feel and look beautiful. You're laughing at something Blaise said when you see him. He's wearing black dress robes that make him look paler than usual. He's smiling; Blaise fidgets and tries to distract you. But it's too late. On his arm are a flawless woman and their smiling at each other. He leans in and she meets him halfway. You look away from the couple, tears rushing to the surface. You feel as if a knife was plunged into your heart and then tearing it into two. Your breathing comes in short gaps your mind keeps replaying their kiss. You look over at Blaise, his eyes stare at you in pity. You feel from the party and floo to your flat. You fall to the floor as you sob. The pain is like nothing you felt before. Not even when Bellatrix carved mudblood into your arm or when you got hit by an Unforgivable Curse. That's when you realize this is your heart breaking and you're in love with him.
Going day to day and seeing his face and knowing he can't be yours. Knowing that no matter what you may look like he won't be yours. Knowing that you'll never win and to him you're just a Gryffindor in his eyes, and nothing more. Let me tell you, its living hell.
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