Today

by DelfineNotPadfoot

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I've been in love with Rose for over a year now. Some might say that it has been longer than that, but I disagree.

At first, we were friends. It was a sort of immediate thing for Albus, Rose and I: we joked about our families on our first journey to Hogwarts and that's when we hit it off.

Our friendship has lasted ever since, but I think somewhere between our fifth and sixth years, something changed, without any of us realising it. Albus, however, mentioned once or twice (or maybe a bit more) that I had a slightly confused expression whenever I looked at Rose for too long. That I wore a "cold Malfoy mask" when she laughed too hard to another bloke's joke and that I talked about her more than was necessary. But then, after a few months of this kind of remarks, he told me that he would stop wasting his time saying "obvious things" because I was unaware of everything.

Today, I know that he was right. Something happened later on, and that thing was me falling in love with Rose. But on the other hand, he was wrong before too, because as I was unaware of it all, it couldn't be called love, could it?

I think the day it finally hit me was when I messed up a potion for the first time because I was thinking about her new scarf and how it complimented her eyes. The fabric was a mixture of blue and grey, and she should never have worn it at school: firstly, it was not very Gryffindor looking, and secondly, well, it made me add one unicorn hair too many to my cauldron.

The reason why I'm rambling on and on about Rose and how I can't take my mind off her is because (apart from the fact that I indeed cannot stop thinking about her) today proved that she couldn't leave my mind. Ever.

It was a bit stupid, I'll admit. You might say that it could have been dangerous if something had gone even more wrong, and Albus may laugh his head off.

I only call it love.

I wanted to apparate to Muggle London, because Rose had been talking about something called a pen, saying that hers was "dying". My plan was to get her a new one, and my destination was all set: Muggle London, right outside the Leaky Cauldron.

My determination and deliberation were perfectly alright too, and I was not afraid of failing this apparition, because my attempts had always been successful.

But then, Rose's face popped into my head, with her freckles and everything, and I didn't have time to hold back and focus again. My three Ds didn't make any sense any longer.

Don't panic, I arrived safely.

Just not where I had planned to.

When I looked up the brick-covered wall and found the street sign, it said "Rose Street".

I felt ridiculous.

But you know what? I don't really care. Because I love her and even though she doesn't know it (and I certainly don't intend to tell her), it's the most important thing in this story. Don't you agree?

But if you see Albus, tell him to stop laughing anyway.

A/N:

Hi guys!

It's been long, but we're still thinking about you and about our dear characters. We hope you liked this drabble, which was written a while ago but publishing it took us quite some time. Sorry about that!

You can also check LittlePlume's French translation in Samedi.

Merry Christmas to all!

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