Title: Watching and Wanting
Author: Bemidia
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Don't ask, Don't tell, Don't own, Don't sue.
Summary: Kinda angsty, very mild slash.
Author's Note: It's very short. Don't know where it came from, but it will probably have a sequel from another point of view. (Warning about Sequel: Probably Snape's POV.) R&R!
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What happens when some one is close enough to touch and just out of your reach? God I wish I knew the answer.
I watch him during the day, working on the paper due the next day, joking with me and the rest of our friends. I want to touch his face just to make sure that the angel is real. I don't.
There are days where I have 'independent study' and he's in Muggle Studies. The others go with him and I'm left alone in the seventh year dormitory. I sit on my bed and stare at he place where he slept last night. Occasionally I'll brush my hand over his pillow and wish it were him I was touching.
Once I got enough courage to lie on his bed, and breathe in the scent of his shampoo and something so distinctly him.
Every now and then I'll wash my own hair with his shampoo just to be reminded of him when he wasn't in my direct line of sight.
Sometimes I wonder if Hermione ever guessed the reason why I stare at him for longer than necessary. I've caught her looking at me with a strange look on her face every now and then, and I wonder if my emotions are written in my eyes.
Every now and then I drown in those blue eyes, and I have to shake myself out of it before he notices how hard I'm staring.
My days are filled with just finding time to observe him, to watch him as he laughs, and comfort him when he cries. If it weren't for the fact that I knew he was a straight as a man could get, I think I might have found the courage to say something. Of course, no one knows that I'm gay.
I should just get over it. There's no way it'll happen and there are so many more important things in the world right now. Voldemort is still out there, hopefully weaker from our last meeting, but he's alive.
I'm surprised that none of those memories came out during Occlumency lessons with Snape. I wonder how bad he would have tried to provoke me if he knew.
For now I'll just content myself with watching and wanting... Maybe one day...
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I know it's weird but I hope you liked it! R&R!
Author: Bemidia
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Don't ask, Don't tell, Don't own, Don't sue.
Summary: Kinda angsty, very mild slash.
Author's Note: It's very short. Don't know where it came from, but it will probably have a sequel from another point of view. (Warning about Sequel: Probably Snape's POV.) R&R!
***
What happens when some one is close enough to touch and just out of your reach? God I wish I knew the answer.
I watch him during the day, working on the paper due the next day, joking with me and the rest of our friends. I want to touch his face just to make sure that the angel is real. I don't.
There are days where I have 'independent study' and he's in Muggle Studies. The others go with him and I'm left alone in the seventh year dormitory. I sit on my bed and stare at he place where he slept last night. Occasionally I'll brush my hand over his pillow and wish it were him I was touching.
Once I got enough courage to lie on his bed, and breathe in the scent of his shampoo and something so distinctly him.
Every now and then I'll wash my own hair with his shampoo just to be reminded of him when he wasn't in my direct line of sight.
Sometimes I wonder if Hermione ever guessed the reason why I stare at him for longer than necessary. I've caught her looking at me with a strange look on her face every now and then, and I wonder if my emotions are written in my eyes.
Every now and then I drown in those blue eyes, and I have to shake myself out of it before he notices how hard I'm staring.
My days are filled with just finding time to observe him, to watch him as he laughs, and comfort him when he cries. If it weren't for the fact that I knew he was a straight as a man could get, I think I might have found the courage to say something. Of course, no one knows that I'm gay.
I should just get over it. There's no way it'll happen and there are so many more important things in the world right now. Voldemort is still out there, hopefully weaker from our last meeting, but he's alive.
I'm surprised that none of those memories came out during Occlumency lessons with Snape. I wonder how bad he would have tried to provoke me if he knew.
For now I'll just content myself with watching and wanting... Maybe one day...
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I know it's weird but I hope you liked it! R&R!