Shades of a Relationship
Part 2: Transitions
Chapter 2
By: Kamikazee E-Mail: neo_kamikazee@hotmail.com Disclaimer: JK Rowling created Harry Potter and Buffy the Vampire Slayer is the brainchild of Joss Whedon. Summary: Harry finally finds home. Pairing: Willow/Harry Distribution: Fanfiction.net, Twisting the Hellmouth Author's Notes: Harry's POV, takes place at the same time as chapter 1 of Transitions.
~ I've decided that if this is what love feels like, I'd rather avoid it. Unfortunately, I don't seem to have that option. Here I am, in over my head with a girl who doesn't look at me as anything but a friend. I always thought that when you loved someone, they would love you back and you would live happily ever after. Kind of naïve, huh? I don't think Willow loves me, at least, as nothing more than a friend. I'm feeling really greedy right now. Willow needs me as a friend, someone to help her through her rough times, and here I am, trying to figure out if I can make her love me. Some people might say, why don't you just tell her. But I can't do that, because I can't lose her. If I do that, she'll surely say no, and then I won't even have her in my life as a friend. And I don't think I could last without seeing and talking to her everyday. Aren't I pathetic? Cowering away from my feelings because of a fear of rejection. Really Gryffindor-ish of me. But I can't really help myself. She's the first friend I've had that doesn't care that I'm the Boy-Who- Lived; she didn't even know that until she got here. I wonder if things would be different if she had never befriended me so many years ago. Who am I kidding; I know they would be different. Willow was the first friend I ever had, and the memories of that summer we spent together kept me hopeful those few years until Hogwarts. I owe her so much for keeping me strong. That's the reason I can't let her down. She kept me strong back then, so I have to keep her strong now. I have to keep her hopeful, and I think I'm succeeding. I've taken to watching her when she's by herself, which happens to be what I'm doing now. She seems almost happy these days, with small smiles and light laughter. Her red hair is bright and shiny and her green eyes glitter in the sunlight. "You two are pathetic," came a familiar laugh, cutting through my thoughts. I turned my head and looked at Sirius in confusion. My Godfather said some awfully weird things sometimes. "What are you talking about?" my voice was appropriately befuddled. Of course, Sirius graced me with a roll of his blue eyes. "You and Willow," he clarified slowly, "Always looking at each other, the small touches, the little smiles. You two should just admit that you like each other and move on. "Willow and I?" I croaked out in surprise, sparring a glance for the redhead across the field, "Willow doesn't like me, Sirius. What are you talking about?" Sirius' imagination was running wild. "You don't know?" Sirius shot out, laughing, "She likes you, kid. Trust me. You like her. Now, why don't you go do something about it?" The tall black haired man then turned around and walked off laughing. I looked down at Willow once again as she sat in the sun, and comprehension dawned in me. "Yeah," I muttered to myself, "why don't I do something about it?" I started across the field, my face flushed with excitement. "Willow," I called across the grass, "I've been looking for you all over." It wasn't exactly the truth, but close enough. "Hi, Harry," she answers me as she stands up gracefully in front of me, "What were you looking for me for?" I'm finally going to do it, it's like now that I've made up my mind it's so much easier. "I just figured something out," I stage whispered to the pretty redhead excitedly, "I wanted you to be the first to know." I grinned boyishly at her pretty green eyes. "What?" she giggled looking up at me, with a curious gaze. Our eyes met, green to green. "This." I breathe the word against her lips right before pressing mine softly against them. A sense of incredible rightness flows over me, and I feel something I've never felt before. I've found home. ~ Please feed my muses.. ~Kamikazee
By: Kamikazee E-Mail: neo_kamikazee@hotmail.com Disclaimer: JK Rowling created Harry Potter and Buffy the Vampire Slayer is the brainchild of Joss Whedon. Summary: Harry finally finds home. Pairing: Willow/Harry Distribution: Fanfiction.net, Twisting the Hellmouth Author's Notes: Harry's POV, takes place at the same time as chapter 1 of Transitions.
~ I've decided that if this is what love feels like, I'd rather avoid it. Unfortunately, I don't seem to have that option. Here I am, in over my head with a girl who doesn't look at me as anything but a friend. I always thought that when you loved someone, they would love you back and you would live happily ever after. Kind of naïve, huh? I don't think Willow loves me, at least, as nothing more than a friend. I'm feeling really greedy right now. Willow needs me as a friend, someone to help her through her rough times, and here I am, trying to figure out if I can make her love me. Some people might say, why don't you just tell her. But I can't do that, because I can't lose her. If I do that, she'll surely say no, and then I won't even have her in my life as a friend. And I don't think I could last without seeing and talking to her everyday. Aren't I pathetic? Cowering away from my feelings because of a fear of rejection. Really Gryffindor-ish of me. But I can't really help myself. She's the first friend I've had that doesn't care that I'm the Boy-Who- Lived; she didn't even know that until she got here. I wonder if things would be different if she had never befriended me so many years ago. Who am I kidding; I know they would be different. Willow was the first friend I ever had, and the memories of that summer we spent together kept me hopeful those few years until Hogwarts. I owe her so much for keeping me strong. That's the reason I can't let her down. She kept me strong back then, so I have to keep her strong now. I have to keep her hopeful, and I think I'm succeeding. I've taken to watching her when she's by herself, which happens to be what I'm doing now. She seems almost happy these days, with small smiles and light laughter. Her red hair is bright and shiny and her green eyes glitter in the sunlight. "You two are pathetic," came a familiar laugh, cutting through my thoughts. I turned my head and looked at Sirius in confusion. My Godfather said some awfully weird things sometimes. "What are you talking about?" my voice was appropriately befuddled. Of course, Sirius graced me with a roll of his blue eyes. "You and Willow," he clarified slowly, "Always looking at each other, the small touches, the little smiles. You two should just admit that you like each other and move on. "Willow and I?" I croaked out in surprise, sparring a glance for the redhead across the field, "Willow doesn't like me, Sirius. What are you talking about?" Sirius' imagination was running wild. "You don't know?" Sirius shot out, laughing, "She likes you, kid. Trust me. You like her. Now, why don't you go do something about it?" The tall black haired man then turned around and walked off laughing. I looked down at Willow once again as she sat in the sun, and comprehension dawned in me. "Yeah," I muttered to myself, "why don't I do something about it?" I started across the field, my face flushed with excitement. "Willow," I called across the grass, "I've been looking for you all over." It wasn't exactly the truth, but close enough. "Hi, Harry," she answers me as she stands up gracefully in front of me, "What were you looking for me for?" I'm finally going to do it, it's like now that I've made up my mind it's so much easier. "I just figured something out," I stage whispered to the pretty redhead excitedly, "I wanted you to be the first to know." I grinned boyishly at her pretty green eyes. "What?" she giggled looking up at me, with a curious gaze. Our eyes met, green to green. "This." I breathe the word against her lips right before pressing mine softly against them. A sense of incredible rightness flows over me, and I feel something I've never felt before. I've found home. ~ Please feed my muses.. ~Kamikazee