Something that's been on my computer for a couple of months (I actually wrote this before I read jill the's story There Will be Five Moments). Thought I'd post. Please review—I have my hardest finals tomorrow, and I'm starting to do the extremely nervous thing again. Oh, and I don't own HP.
.x. Three .x.
There will be three times in his life when he wants to tell you that he loves you.
The first time, he's fourteen and standing in the Great Hall, which looks more impressive now than it ever has before. He feels embarrassed in his lacy, mottled robes, but he knows you'll understand. He and feel the single pink carnation in his inner breast pocket as he waits for you and debates with himself about whether or not you have a date. Then he sees you on Viktor Krum's arm and he sees the way your face lights up when he looks at you, and he presses his hand against where the flower is, crushing it. He doesn't dance all night long and, when he takes off his robes before he goes to bed, there's a faint rose-hued stain where the flower for you had been.
The second time, he's newly seventeen and you're leaning on his shoulder. He thinks for a minute that maybe you could love him back, but then he remembers why you're sobbing into his shoulder and he thinks better of telling you. He wraps his arm around you and holds you close as he listens to his best friend breaking up with his sister and sees him walk away out of the corner of his eye. You start to cry harder and he tries to comfort you as he stares up at the white tomb that encases his former headmaster and wonders what Dumbledore would do.
The last time, he's eighteen and he's holding you again, but now your eyes are open and glassy and it's his turn to cry. You're already starting to feel cold and your body is already starting to go rigid and you can't quite hear the words that he says, but he says then anyways, even though he knows it's too late.
