He watched her.
he always did in between
the stacks of books piled
high around her.
He could watch her in her frustration
with her Potions essay. He could see her twirling
That errant curl between her index and middle
finger. Her brow furrowing while she fervently
looked for that certain page or passage in the
numerous tombs that surrounded her.
He knew that she was oblivious to his attentions
to her, part of him wanted to make his feeling
known but he was afraid of her reaction.
He knew of her kindness and compassionate heart
but he was Blaise Zabini, the quiet Slytherin. Friends of Draco Malfoy
and Theo Nott. She is Hermione Granger know- it- all extrodinare,
a Gryffindor. A Muggleborn. One of his many blocks in his quest
to claim her. He knew that his friends would never approve.
His other was her friends the two that completed the Golden Trio.
The protective brothers who wouldn't let another man
spare a glance and her. She of course was oblivious to the lustful stares
she received. No one except for his mother knew of his infatuation with her.
He knew the only way to vent his love and passion
for the woman he loved was to write
and he wrote to her numerous pages to her.
He wrote starting his fifth year he wanted to give them to her but with
the war, Voldemort, and his followers looming he couldn't give them to her yet.
With the right time he would give them to her. He hid them safely in a secret box that
was charmed to make sure no one found it.
He carried a small hope in his heart that he will win her over.
'One day' he thought.
And that one day would come.
So this is my first fic and it's a prequel to a story I'm writing called The Letters. I'm still in the process of writing it but I'm hoping to come out with the first chapter soon. College life is a pain so it might take longer. If I have any grammatical errors or constructive criticism would be most welcomed. No flames please!
