Disclaimer: No, I don't own it, I wish I would, but honestly, I don't.
Author's Note: Another Valentine's Day and no card and no date and no nothing. Fantastic. I actually planned on Hermione not getting anything, but well, only because my life is miserable that doesn't mean hers has to be too…
Oh, hey wait, that's not true…A lot of my little kiddywings said nice things to me today.
Spenc, I doubt you'll ever read this here, but thank you very much for calling me your hero. That made my day.
Ric H, I hope your Card was appreciate and thanks for flashing me that dazzling smile.
And thanks for the nice reviews, Nina, hotchick90 and all the others.
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Today is Valentine's Day and I felt like jumping out of bed and bouncing around my room wishing everybody a happy Valentine's day. I like it. I mean, I even love it. And every year I'm waiting for those cards and declarations of love and I keep telling myself that it doesn't matter whether I get anything or not…and actually, that's true. I don't really care…I'm waiting for cards and flowers, but so far, Ron has been the only one to send me anything like that. Ever.
Ron just wished me a happy Valentine's Day. He's sweet…but that's just it.
But today has been different. When I went down to Potions I left my book bag in the corner opposite the girls' lavatory down in the dungeons instead of taking it with me. I only left it unattended for a second, well, rather five minutes, and I didn't notice anything until now.
Someone has sent me a Valentine. It's just a tiny slip of parchment neatly folded, that has been slipped into Hogwarts: A History. I found it when I was flicking through the pages, searching for some more detailed information on Balduin the Bold, and there it was…tucked in between the biography of Balduin and the picture of his first wife.
I'll use spello-tape to stick it in here later, for now I just write down what it says:
Can we meet tomorrow morning after breakfast down by the willows near the lake?
I don't know who wrote it…I don't recognize the handwriting…it doesn't look like Draco's, but he could have used a spell to alter it…I don't know, it's just the most amazing thing that ever happened to me…It has to be Draco, I can't think of anybody else who would write that note…and he wants my friendship. No, I'm getting over-excited….he just wants to talk, but, hell, that's just the beginning. There must be something behind it.
He must have slipped the note into the book while I went to the loo and when I picked it up and walked into the classroom he was already in there, sitting next Crabbe and Goyle. He was writing something, but I didn't dare looking at him for to long and Ron and Harry waved me over to their seats as soon as they spotted me coming through the doorway.
I can't stop smiling, I'm sure everybody in the common room will notice that huge grin that is plastered on my face right now. I was wrong, sometimes good things do happen to the ugly duckling (and maybe the ugly duckling IS on her way to become the stunning swan…) I can't wait for breakfast tomorrow morning…I mean, I need to give him answer…I just don't know yet how. Oh Merlin, Valentine's Day is the best day of the year.
Just think about it…every single girl Draco has dated so far for Valentine's Day has received a wonderful bouquet of flowers or jewellery or something. He's just the man that sweeps you off your feet and makes you feel like your on cloud nine in seventh heaven.
I can see his icy grey eyes sparkle and his silky hair shining every time I close my eyes. If only he would look at me with these eyes and let me be part of his life…not as his enemy or Harry's friend, but as for what I am and could be for him.
I don't dare say his name out loud, but every single page in this diary breathes his name and says it over and over again and it is the sweetest sound ever. I just have to turn the pages and it is as if he was sitting next to me, as if all those emotions that are pent up in my chest could be poured into this little booklet and it makes me feel like I told him.
If I could have him for one night, just holding his hands or looking in his eyes…I could spend my entire lifetime just gazing into his eyes and being close to him…but one night would be enough to last me a life time. I wonder what his skin feels like and what it would feel like to be touched by him…his hands could set my skin on fire and make my body and soul burn, aching for more.
I know, he is the one who could melt my entire being with one single look. He makes my heart smile and cry at the same time. I feel so close to him and yet we are miles apart.
Funny, Ron is sitting downstairs in the Common Room and he is as close to me (physically) as a person can be, but on this different level, this level where there are emotions and feelings that words simply can't grasp…there he is miles away from me.
Tomorrow will be the day where I meet him and where we can start our journey, I don't know where it will take us, but at least it's a start.
I know, this is absolutely cheesy, but I'm feeling cheesy and there is nothing wrong with it, today is Valentine's Day and for the first time in my life my heart is soaring and I feel light headed and free and I want to be cheesy…this is me, in this diary can I be who I am and I can write down whatever I feel without giving it second thoughts.
I can't wait till tomorrow, oh Merlin, please, please make time fly by, I want it to be tomorrow.
