Yay, my first fanfic! Uh...not really sure about the pairing, it could be anyone really.

I would apreciate some feedback, as I said it is my first fic and I would like to know what you think; what I can do better; etc...

Disclaimer- If you're reading this I'd like to assume you have read one or more of the HP books, and therefore you know what I do and do not own.

Thanks!

One twenty in the morning. She looked at the fire and sniffed. Shouldn't you be sleeping? You've got a Potions exam tomorrow. She wiped her eyes and glared down at her books. Why must everything make her think of him. Potions books, Quidditch. Hell, even the giant squid made her think of him! Curse stupid crushes. Curse him. Curse being in love.

And curse crying. How embarrassing would it be if-

"Are you alright?"

-he came down and saw her.

She sniffed again. "Not really." He sat down beside her.

"Want to tell me what's wrong?"

'Not really' was what she wanted to say, but what came out instead was, "Have you ever been in love?"

He looked at her, eyes full of compassion. "It's horrible isn't it?"

"Completely." she agreed, glad he understood. "Especially when you have to see him everyday-"

"And she doesn't even know."

She smiled a bit. A sad smile and she looked at him, head tilted.

"Exactly. And this-girl. She must be really special." Hoping he'd say who she was. So she would know and move on. But this. She didn't expect this.

"She is. She's so amazing and…I think of her every night before I go to sleep. Wishing she was mine. So much for Gryffindor courage, huh? I've fought for so much in my life, and done who knows how many stupid things, but I still can't tell a girl my feelings."

His response was so blunt. So vague, and so completely normal she couldn't help but respond.

"You're telling me."

He smiled and stared at her, "Yeah, I suppose I am. But, it's always been so easy to talk to you. It makes me wonder why…" He trailed off and sighed, shaking his head.

Why what? She wanted to ask, but found herself talking about herself instead.

"I've spent nearly my whole life denying my feelings about him. The whole time I've known him. Trying to convince myself he wasn't who I knew he was. So I could move on and find someone else."

Without even saying anything, she knew he understood.

"I saw him kissing someone else before," she said. He looked at her again.

"It probably broke your heart."

She looked at him the same way.

"It did."

She didn't know what made her do it but she kissed him. And he kissed her back. It was her first kiss. Their first kiss. And before she knew it it was over and she was alone by the fire again, studying for her exam like she knew she should have before.

The next morning at breakfast they shared a smile. He looked at her, and she looked at him. An unspoken agreement that what they said would never be shared. That the night would belong to them, and them alone. It was that morning that she knew the sleepless nights and tears shed over him were finished. It was that morning she knew she could move on.

And it was that same morning she swore she never would.