Ch.7- Anticipation and Realization
Harry had to tell someone about what had happened between him and Sarah. The only person who came to mind was Ron, because he had told Ron that he had liked her in the 1st place. So he and Ron went up to their room. He told him what had happened. "I told her because I was tired of hiding my feelings. She was really upset. I glad she doesn't want to make an issue out of it. After she told me how she felt about me, my feelings changed for her. I want her to happy, and I don't think that her happiness lies with me. I still like her, but only as a friend." Ron looked at Harry with a look of understanding. "You're a better man than I am Harry. You're being really grown up about it. Harry I think you're beginning to mature! What are we going to do?" They started to laugh. "Ron, I have some bad news... You're not a man. And trust me I'm not that mature, it's just that you're that immature." They sat in their room and joked for a while.
Sarah never told anyone and never cried about what happened. Ron and Harry's respect grew for her a lot. She went about her life as she would have normally. Glaring at Pansy, studying, hanging out with her friends, doing homework, writing Oliver, etc. There was only three weeks until Christmas, so everyone's excitement was growing. She was staying at Hogwarts for Christmas, along with the Weasley's, Harry, Hermione, and Draco. Draco still resented the fact that she was a Gryffindor, so the only time they spent time together was on he weekends.
So far it had been a fairly good year. She hadn't gotten any detentions, but there was that thing with Harry and Pansy Parkinson. She knew that it would only get better once Oliver got there. By the time she had bought all of her presents it was only a few days until Christmas. She got Ron some Bertie Botts Every Flavor Beans, Chocolate Frogs, and Exploding Snaps. For Hermione a book about the history of Transfiguration and hair clips. For Harry she got a set of new chessmen (for his were badly beaten). For the twins she made a box of special surprises (things that were for Weasley Wizard Wheezes) and a sheet of paper telling then how to make them. For Draco she got a little coupon book with 5 coupons that said 'I owe you one free breakfast.' For Oliver she got the latest broom care book and set and a picture of her on the Quidditch pitch (she was blowing kisses and making smoke with her wand that said 'I love you'). She had them all wrapped and under her bed.
*Draco's POV*
Draco treasured their little lunches. He enjoyed being around her. It's not like he liked her, of course not, he often assured himself of this fact. She confided in him, and he knew how much she loved Oliver. In all that she had been through that year he hadn't seen her cry. Yeah he was sure that she had cried, but not in front of anyone. Because she was strong for everyone else. That's why he admired her, for her strength. She had this certain grace and certainty about her. He thought that she was like an innocent child, having her heart open to the world. It was almost as though she was asking to be hurt. She was persistent and determined. Every time she got hurt she stood back up and opened her heart to the world again. In a way she was almost foolish. She was forgiving and kind. She carried the weight of the world on her shoulders. He knew that she took on way too much. Almost as though she felt in some way obligated to her friends and family to be like that. He knew that one day she would snap, from all the pressure that she was putting upon herself. He wanted to help her, but he didn't know how. She was perfect, or so everyone else thought. She was like a water balloon, and she was about burst. Her heart was an ocean on sadness, though she tried to cover it up. He only hoped that she would quit putting so much pressure on herself. She wanted to be good, and she wanted to prove herself. He tried to explain it but she didn't understood, "You should be like a tea kettle, let out a little steam or... you'll explode." He didn't talk much at their lunches, because he knew that she was letting a little "steam" out. He pictured himself as an empty bowl that she was spilling her soul into. For Christmas he got her a diary and a teacup. He wrote her a little note explaining the teacup.
He couldn't stand to be with her, and he couldn't stand to not be with her. He couldn't stand to be with her because her eyes always looked sad. Yet, he hated not being around her. He just wanted her to be happy. He wanted her to relax. He wanted to make her happy.
Notes- It's taken me a while to write this chapter. I actually wrote it twice, but the first one was crap. I apologize if you read the other chapter 7. So here is the better one. I'll understand if you didn't really understand this chapter, because I am having trouble with it too. Your writing must be really good if the writer doesn't understand it. Well keep r/r-ing. Till later.
Harry had to tell someone about what had happened between him and Sarah. The only person who came to mind was Ron, because he had told Ron that he had liked her in the 1st place. So he and Ron went up to their room. He told him what had happened. "I told her because I was tired of hiding my feelings. She was really upset. I glad she doesn't want to make an issue out of it. After she told me how she felt about me, my feelings changed for her. I want her to happy, and I don't think that her happiness lies with me. I still like her, but only as a friend." Ron looked at Harry with a look of understanding. "You're a better man than I am Harry. You're being really grown up about it. Harry I think you're beginning to mature! What are we going to do?" They started to laugh. "Ron, I have some bad news... You're not a man. And trust me I'm not that mature, it's just that you're that immature." They sat in their room and joked for a while.
Sarah never told anyone and never cried about what happened. Ron and Harry's respect grew for her a lot. She went about her life as she would have normally. Glaring at Pansy, studying, hanging out with her friends, doing homework, writing Oliver, etc. There was only three weeks until Christmas, so everyone's excitement was growing. She was staying at Hogwarts for Christmas, along with the Weasley's, Harry, Hermione, and Draco. Draco still resented the fact that she was a Gryffindor, so the only time they spent time together was on he weekends.
So far it had been a fairly good year. She hadn't gotten any detentions, but there was that thing with Harry and Pansy Parkinson. She knew that it would only get better once Oliver got there. By the time she had bought all of her presents it was only a few days until Christmas. She got Ron some Bertie Botts Every Flavor Beans, Chocolate Frogs, and Exploding Snaps. For Hermione a book about the history of Transfiguration and hair clips. For Harry she got a set of new chessmen (for his were badly beaten). For the twins she made a box of special surprises (things that were for Weasley Wizard Wheezes) and a sheet of paper telling then how to make them. For Draco she got a little coupon book with 5 coupons that said 'I owe you one free breakfast.' For Oliver she got the latest broom care book and set and a picture of her on the Quidditch pitch (she was blowing kisses and making smoke with her wand that said 'I love you'). She had them all wrapped and under her bed.
*Draco's POV*
Draco treasured their little lunches. He enjoyed being around her. It's not like he liked her, of course not, he often assured himself of this fact. She confided in him, and he knew how much she loved Oliver. In all that she had been through that year he hadn't seen her cry. Yeah he was sure that she had cried, but not in front of anyone. Because she was strong for everyone else. That's why he admired her, for her strength. She had this certain grace and certainty about her. He thought that she was like an innocent child, having her heart open to the world. It was almost as though she was asking to be hurt. She was persistent and determined. Every time she got hurt she stood back up and opened her heart to the world again. In a way she was almost foolish. She was forgiving and kind. She carried the weight of the world on her shoulders. He knew that she took on way too much. Almost as though she felt in some way obligated to her friends and family to be like that. He knew that one day she would snap, from all the pressure that she was putting upon herself. He wanted to help her, but he didn't know how. She was perfect, or so everyone else thought. She was like a water balloon, and she was about burst. Her heart was an ocean on sadness, though she tried to cover it up. He only hoped that she would quit putting so much pressure on herself. She wanted to be good, and she wanted to prove herself. He tried to explain it but she didn't understood, "You should be like a tea kettle, let out a little steam or... you'll explode." He didn't talk much at their lunches, because he knew that she was letting a little "steam" out. He pictured himself as an empty bowl that she was spilling her soul into. For Christmas he got her a diary and a teacup. He wrote her a little note explaining the teacup.
He couldn't stand to be with her, and he couldn't stand to not be with her. He couldn't stand to be with her because her eyes always looked sad. Yet, he hated not being around her. He just wanted her to be happy. He wanted her to relax. He wanted to make her happy.
Notes- It's taken me a while to write this chapter. I actually wrote it twice, but the first one was crap. I apologize if you read the other chapter 7. So here is the better one. I'll understand if you didn't really understand this chapter, because I am having trouble with it too. Your writing must be really good if the writer doesn't understand it. Well keep r/r-ing. Till later.