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"Michael?" I look up in confusion at my ex-boyfriend.
He looks flustered, and embarrassed. "I...I just wanted to apologize...that stupid fight we had over Christmas Holiday...you were completely right not to tell me about Marietta...I'm sorry, it's all my fault."
I don't know what to do. I'm very, very confused, but because I know you are watching, I smile sweetly. "It's fine...don't mention it, Michael. We're okay now."
Michael looks at me with his blue eyes, those blue eyes that I wished were green, emerald green, like yours.
I'm about to say something; about to ask him why is he staring at me like that, when, rather suddenly, and unexpectedly, he kisses me. On the lips.
I'm screaming inside, my senses are numb, and I'm paralyzed with shock, my mind is shouting "Stop! Stop! He isn't Harry...you don't like him that way..."
But then I remember, you're watching. You, Harry Potter.
I can do this, I tell myself. I can kiss a guy who isn't Harry Potter; I can kiss a guy who will never be anything like Harry Potter. I can.
So I kiss him back. That was a very, very stupid thing to do, because now I feel awkward, and guilty, because I'm leading him on, because I don't like him in that way, and I never have. And never will.
I pull away. There is no way I'm going to prolong this torture. Don't get me wrong, Michael is a really great guy, but he's not you. And, sadly enough, he will never be.
He smiles at me. "So, do you want to go in?" Michael asks, gesturing at the small coffee shop.
Forcing a small smile, I nod miserably, and follow him into Madam Puddifoot's. He leads me to a table, rather coincidently, next to yours. Great. Just excellent.
I sit down, making sure not to look in your direction. Michael orders two coffees.
You're holding her hand across the confetti-covered table, smiling and laughing.
Our coffees have arrived. For a while, we make small talk about Ravenclaw and classes. He's in seventh year, and as well as my fellow Housemate, but other than that, that's all we have in common. Well, that, and the fact that both of our exes are going out with each other, but of course, that's not the most tactful thing to discuss with your boyfriend on a date when the exes in question are sitting at the table next to you.
There's a lull in the conversation. An awkward silence, whatever you want to call it. He's staring at his now cold coffee, and I'm...I'm staring at you. Again.
What else is new?
Suddenly, you turn your head slightly, and our eyes meet, dark brown against bright green. I feel like there's a lump of lead in my chest, making it so that my breaths are shallow and meaningless.
Who really needs oxygen to breathe, anyway? Who cares about breathing, or living when you love someone, and you know that they'll never love you back?
I know why you're looking at me. It's because I made a complete fool out of myself with Michael, isn't it? You're probably thinking that I tried to make you jealous, kissing Michael. Well, I wasn't. My reason for kissing him was much more pathetic than that. I wanted to replace you, to find someone else that can take your place in my heart. It didn't work, and I highly doubt that it will ever work. I'm resigned to that fact now, but it doesn't mean that I'll stop hurting because of it.
I don't think I'll ever stop hurting, ever stop bleeding, ever stop breaking, or ever stop dying inside.
You turn away as quickly as you could. She seemed to be getting suspicious.
Michael is saying something, but I'm not listening. I'm just staring at my coffee cup, thinking. Thinking about you.
I nod half-heartedly at whatever Michael's saying. I think he realizes that I'm not paying attention, because, after a while, he gradually stops talking.
Standing up, I say something about wanting to get back early because I'm tired. We pay the bill, and we leave. He walks with me back to Hogwarts.
The rest of the afternoon, and dinner passes me by in a blur. I really am very tired. When I finally reach my bed, my warm, comfy bed, I find out that I can't sleep. It's just beyond my grasp, my body is extremely exhausted, but my conscience, my soul lies awake, dealing with the guilt I have over Michael. I can't get rid of the feeling.
No matter how many lies, no matter how many excuses I feed myself; it just won't go away. I know it won't go away because it's wrong. It's wrong what I'm doing to Michael.
And the feeling won't go away until I make it right.
Author's Notes: Well, what did you think of that one? Bet you didn't think it was going to be Michael, did you? Review, review, review!
Lady Riddle: Your support of this story means so much to me! I always laugh at your little added-in gestures (i.e. something like polishing your glasses, fainting.) It's awesome!
Audrey Lebeke: Thank you so much for helping me with this chapter! I really couldn't have done it without you!
Karri- Granger: You're one of my regulars! Well, I absolutely LOVE your reviews; they make me feel great!
Logical Raven: Thanks, first, for updating your fic! And then, thanks so much for reviewing!
Gwendolyn James: You're the best! Can I express how grateful I am that you read my fic?
: Thank you! Your reviews are so incredibly sweet!
BluDiamond: Sorry for the cliffie! Thank for reviewing!
ROsE-ofHeL: Thank you for your amazing comments and support!
Apple-tree: Thanks for reviewing!
Zelda: Glad you liked it! Thanks for the reviews!
Teenage-dirtbag: Since I am a major Harry/Cho shipper...who do you think she'll end up with? ;)
Hope you guys like this one! Thanks loads for reviewing!
"Michael?" I look up in confusion at my ex-boyfriend.
He looks flustered, and embarrassed. "I...I just wanted to apologize...that stupid fight we had over Christmas Holiday...you were completely right not to tell me about Marietta...I'm sorry, it's all my fault."
I don't know what to do. I'm very, very confused, but because I know you are watching, I smile sweetly. "It's fine...don't mention it, Michael. We're okay now."
Michael looks at me with his blue eyes, those blue eyes that I wished were green, emerald green, like yours.
I'm about to say something; about to ask him why is he staring at me like that, when, rather suddenly, and unexpectedly, he kisses me. On the lips.
I'm screaming inside, my senses are numb, and I'm paralyzed with shock, my mind is shouting "Stop! Stop! He isn't Harry...you don't like him that way..."
But then I remember, you're watching. You, Harry Potter.
I can do this, I tell myself. I can kiss a guy who isn't Harry Potter; I can kiss a guy who will never be anything like Harry Potter. I can.
So I kiss him back. That was a very, very stupid thing to do, because now I feel awkward, and guilty, because I'm leading him on, because I don't like him in that way, and I never have. And never will.
I pull away. There is no way I'm going to prolong this torture. Don't get me wrong, Michael is a really great guy, but he's not you. And, sadly enough, he will never be.
He smiles at me. "So, do you want to go in?" Michael asks, gesturing at the small coffee shop.
Forcing a small smile, I nod miserably, and follow him into Madam Puddifoot's. He leads me to a table, rather coincidently, next to yours. Great. Just excellent.
I sit down, making sure not to look in your direction. Michael orders two coffees.
You're holding her hand across the confetti-covered table, smiling and laughing.
Our coffees have arrived. For a while, we make small talk about Ravenclaw and classes. He's in seventh year, and as well as my fellow Housemate, but other than that, that's all we have in common. Well, that, and the fact that both of our exes are going out with each other, but of course, that's not the most tactful thing to discuss with your boyfriend on a date when the exes in question are sitting at the table next to you.
There's a lull in the conversation. An awkward silence, whatever you want to call it. He's staring at his now cold coffee, and I'm...I'm staring at you. Again.
What else is new?
Suddenly, you turn your head slightly, and our eyes meet, dark brown against bright green. I feel like there's a lump of lead in my chest, making it so that my breaths are shallow and meaningless.
Who really needs oxygen to breathe, anyway? Who cares about breathing, or living when you love someone, and you know that they'll never love you back?
I know why you're looking at me. It's because I made a complete fool out of myself with Michael, isn't it? You're probably thinking that I tried to make you jealous, kissing Michael. Well, I wasn't. My reason for kissing him was much more pathetic than that. I wanted to replace you, to find someone else that can take your place in my heart. It didn't work, and I highly doubt that it will ever work. I'm resigned to that fact now, but it doesn't mean that I'll stop hurting because of it.
I don't think I'll ever stop hurting, ever stop bleeding, ever stop breaking, or ever stop dying inside.
You turn away as quickly as you could. She seemed to be getting suspicious.
Michael is saying something, but I'm not listening. I'm just staring at my coffee cup, thinking. Thinking about you.
I nod half-heartedly at whatever Michael's saying. I think he realizes that I'm not paying attention, because, after a while, he gradually stops talking.
Standing up, I say something about wanting to get back early because I'm tired. We pay the bill, and we leave. He walks with me back to Hogwarts.
The rest of the afternoon, and dinner passes me by in a blur. I really am very tired. When I finally reach my bed, my warm, comfy bed, I find out that I can't sleep. It's just beyond my grasp, my body is extremely exhausted, but my conscience, my soul lies awake, dealing with the guilt I have over Michael. I can't get rid of the feeling.
No matter how many lies, no matter how many excuses I feed myself; it just won't go away. I know it won't go away because it's wrong. It's wrong what I'm doing to Michael.
And the feeling won't go away until I make it right.
Author's Notes: Well, what did you think of that one? Bet you didn't think it was going to be Michael, did you? Review, review, review!