Chapter 2: Love Is A Road Much Traversed
Disclaimer: The chapter title is my own invention (smirk) but the quote "Vile wretch that I am" is from the greatest book of all time, Les Misrables by Victor Hugo.
She smiled at me!! Oh my god, I felt like fainting. We were in Transfiguration. I wasn't paying attention, as usual, and my gaze wondered (as it always did) to where Hermione sat. I watched her for a few perfect moments, then it happened. She turned her head, and saw me looking at her. She blushed slightly and half-smiled at me. She turned back to her work but I could see she was biting her bottom lip to keep from laughing (or smiling). I hope.
It was as if an Angel from Heaven had unleashed all the stars and brought them down to me, undeserving mortal though I am. An Angel, I mused. Yes, that is what she is. An Angel. My Angel.
What am I saying, what am I thinking and above all, feeling? She is not mine, she never will be. She probably smiled to keep from lauhing at me. She will never love me, vile wretch that I am. But I, I will keep loving her from afar. Everyday, I will long for her. Every night, I will weep for her. Every moment of every day untill I draw my last breath, I will love her.
Disclaimer: The chapter title is my own invention (smirk) but the quote "Vile wretch that I am" is from the greatest book of all time, Les Misrables by Victor Hugo.
She smiled at me!! Oh my god, I felt like fainting. We were in Transfiguration. I wasn't paying attention, as usual, and my gaze wondered (as it always did) to where Hermione sat. I watched her for a few perfect moments, then it happened. She turned her head, and saw me looking at her. She blushed slightly and half-smiled at me. She turned back to her work but I could see she was biting her bottom lip to keep from laughing (or smiling). I hope.
It was as if an Angel from Heaven had unleashed all the stars and brought them down to me, undeserving mortal though I am. An Angel, I mused. Yes, that is what she is. An Angel. My Angel.
What am I saying, what am I thinking and above all, feeling? She is not mine, she never will be. She probably smiled to keep from lauhing at me. She will never love me, vile wretch that I am. But I, I will keep loving her from afar. Everyday, I will long for her. Every night, I will weep for her. Every moment of every day untill I draw my last breath, I will love her.