Back, way back in first year. That was such a long time ago that I can
hardly remember. But I do.
It was on the Hogwarts express where I met you for the very first time. The time that will always sparkle crystal clearest in my otherwise fuzzy at parts memory.
Your hair shimmered and gleamed in the solitary ray of sun in your compartment, highlighting your light brown hair, though it couldn't possibly look better. Eyes of molten amber with hidden gold flecks (all of which I've found), eyes that I've lost myself in countless times, were glued to a book that seemed bigger than you did. Somewhere inside me I noticed all this and stored it away.
We sat with you and claimed your friendship that fateful day, the one that changed my life in so many ways, though I didn't realize it at the time.
By the end of our first year, we were firm mates and nothing more.
Our second year, we were still friends, laughing, teasing, and joking like usual. It was this year that I found out how you were different than we were. About your... condition. I seethed inside about how they treated you, just because of one bite that you couldn't prevent. From then on, I vowed that I would protect you, no matter what.
At the start of our fourth year, I realized that my feelings for you had somehow crossed the boundary line of platonic and moved into, well, not platonic.
During our fifth year, I panicked. Things weren't supposed to be this way. I starting dating like I was in a mad frenzy, but my relationships never lasted. I couldn't figure out why, but still I continued, gaining my womanizer reputation.
We had finally arrived at our sixth year. God, that horrible year. I started questioning who I was, the very essence of my being. Also during that year, I broke my vow. I played a thoughtless, cruel, nasty prank. I still don't know what I was thinking. I wasn't even thinking, to do something like that to you. Snape, I didn't care about. I wouldn't have minded if he had died. But then you would have been tainted with his blood, all because of me.
I bent over backwards to regain your trust, our once secure friendship. It tore me nearly in two; still, I understood why you rejected me. Even now, I can't imagine how... nerve-wracking it must have been for you. By the end of that year, somehow, you had found it in your heart to forgive me. I don't know if I could have. You are such a good person, the purest and cleanest I've even known and I don't see how some people can find you repulsing.
This year, the last year we'll be at Hogwarts. I don't want to leave. Here, I have you. And I don't know if you'll come with me after. I hope you will.
Thick idiot that I am, it wasn't until a few months ago that I realized it. I love you. I have ever since that day. But I was too scared to tell you. I was afraid that you would turn me down, and I just didn't think I could take it.
As we lay here together, I know one thing for sure.
I'm glad I told you.
It was on the Hogwarts express where I met you for the very first time. The time that will always sparkle crystal clearest in my otherwise fuzzy at parts memory.
Your hair shimmered and gleamed in the solitary ray of sun in your compartment, highlighting your light brown hair, though it couldn't possibly look better. Eyes of molten amber with hidden gold flecks (all of which I've found), eyes that I've lost myself in countless times, were glued to a book that seemed bigger than you did. Somewhere inside me I noticed all this and stored it away.
We sat with you and claimed your friendship that fateful day, the one that changed my life in so many ways, though I didn't realize it at the time.
By the end of our first year, we were firm mates and nothing more.
Our second year, we were still friends, laughing, teasing, and joking like usual. It was this year that I found out how you were different than we were. About your... condition. I seethed inside about how they treated you, just because of one bite that you couldn't prevent. From then on, I vowed that I would protect you, no matter what.
At the start of our fourth year, I realized that my feelings for you had somehow crossed the boundary line of platonic and moved into, well, not platonic.
During our fifth year, I panicked. Things weren't supposed to be this way. I starting dating like I was in a mad frenzy, but my relationships never lasted. I couldn't figure out why, but still I continued, gaining my womanizer reputation.
We had finally arrived at our sixth year. God, that horrible year. I started questioning who I was, the very essence of my being. Also during that year, I broke my vow. I played a thoughtless, cruel, nasty prank. I still don't know what I was thinking. I wasn't even thinking, to do something like that to you. Snape, I didn't care about. I wouldn't have minded if he had died. But then you would have been tainted with his blood, all because of me.
I bent over backwards to regain your trust, our once secure friendship. It tore me nearly in two; still, I understood why you rejected me. Even now, I can't imagine how... nerve-wracking it must have been for you. By the end of that year, somehow, you had found it in your heart to forgive me. I don't know if I could have. You are such a good person, the purest and cleanest I've even known and I don't see how some people can find you repulsing.
This year, the last year we'll be at Hogwarts. I don't want to leave. Here, I have you. And I don't know if you'll come with me after. I hope you will.
Thick idiot that I am, it wasn't until a few months ago that I realized it. I love you. I have ever since that day. But I was too scared to tell you. I was afraid that you would turn me down, and I just didn't think I could take it.
As we lay here together, I know one thing for sure.
I'm glad I told you.