Disclaimer: Not mine! J.K.R.'s

A/N: I know it's short, but more will come soon

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Thoughts

He was sitting on his bed behind his green velvet curtains pulled closed, he looked at a big piece of parchment. It was Friday night and all of the others in the dorms were asleep so they didn't saw the little light he had conjured to light the drawings on the parchment. He never was a sentimental one, he never really had the chance to become one with a family like his, but he couldn't removed his eyes of the parchment. This one was him on his broom, that one him walking, here he was sit, head in his hand, scribbling something and there… he didn't know what to think of this one. He and the redhead sitting casually on a sofa. He was reading book and she had her head on his lap, her leg bend on the sofa… and he was stroking her hair.

The picture was really good, she had some talent, but he never thought of him in that sort of position with ANY girl. Forget about one of those stupid lions! So why couldn't he remove his eyes from there? It was unseating ; that was the first time he didn't know how to react to something. He always hated them, and his father before him, and his father before him. That's stupid. And they're not that good. Stop fretting and sleep! He pushed the drawings under his pillowcase and closed his eyes, waiting for the sleep to come. Each night he looked at the drawings, each night he said to himself that they were stupid and not really good and that he should just toss them in the fire. But each time he just put them under his pillowcase and looked at them again the night after when everybody was asleep in the dormitory. I'll give them to her tomorrow… and with this thought, he fell asleep.