A/N: Sooo this is my first Harry Potter fan fiction. I've been reading a lot of it recently so I wanted to write one for myself. I hope you like it, if you don't that's ok as well. I would appreciate some reviews.
Lyri
Warning: femslash! do not read if you don't like this kind of stuff. Thank you for your time.
Disclaimer: I own nothing so don't sue me.
My Confessional
I cannot help it, she it the most beautiful person I have ever had the pleasure to view. I wish for nothing more than to hold her in my arms and never let go. She means the world to me, but I am not hers. Her heart belongs to another.
I see the way he hurts her. Not physically, but mentally tormenting her with is self-loathing and self-pity. She takes this burden onto herself, causing herself more and more pain.
He knows the truth, that in the end he may not live to see the end. That he may have to go down fighting, and leave this world.
But still she stays with him. Forever his and not mine. And wail he tortures himself, she is the one pained by it.
I feel as if I could make the pain, and everything bad go away from her if I could only hold her and tell her my feelings. But I know in my heart that she could never accept me as such. I am her best friend, only her best friend.
At some points, I can hardly contain my mind. I think of how I would love to touch her, make her feel alive with my touch and my touch alone. She teases me, tortures me by giving me the kind and loving embraces and touches. But I know that they are only the kind of affection that comes from a friendship such as ours.
I take advantage of that situation everyday. I steal a touch of her beautiful hair, or skin. On lucky occasions, I fall asleep in her embrace and I feel totally at peace.
She tortures me with out even know that she is doing such things. At times, she gathers me into an embrace and nuzzles my neck, as if it were a soft down pillow. This always excites me, and I cannot help but shudder in the wake of my feelings. She often asks me if that was ok or not, mistaking my pleasure for that of the opposite. I always brush it off with, "Its fine." and walk away quickly.
I always fear the day (if it will come) that she finds out about my obsession with her. The mask of the perfect best friend will one day slip or crack and I will have nether the mind nor will to try and fix it.
So I find myself in a horrible situation. I can hardly live, knowing that she will never return my love. But if I kill myself then I know it will break her. To imagine such a thing almost breaks my heart.
So I hope every day for death, for I cannot do it my self. I hope also, if not for death, for an escape from her so she will not be hurt by me. But there in no escape, only in death.
So in this confection, I Virginia Wesley confess to the following; I love Hermione Granger with all me heart and soul.
Lyri
Warning: femslash! do not read if you don't like this kind of stuff. Thank you for your time.
Disclaimer: I own nothing so don't sue me.
My Confessional
I cannot help it, she it the most beautiful person I have ever had the pleasure to view. I wish for nothing more than to hold her in my arms and never let go. She means the world to me, but I am not hers. Her heart belongs to another.
I see the way he hurts her. Not physically, but mentally tormenting her with is self-loathing and self-pity. She takes this burden onto herself, causing herself more and more pain.
He knows the truth, that in the end he may not live to see the end. That he may have to go down fighting, and leave this world.
But still she stays with him. Forever his and not mine. And wail he tortures himself, she is the one pained by it.
I feel as if I could make the pain, and everything bad go away from her if I could only hold her and tell her my feelings. But I know in my heart that she could never accept me as such. I am her best friend, only her best friend.
At some points, I can hardly contain my mind. I think of how I would love to touch her, make her feel alive with my touch and my touch alone. She teases me, tortures me by giving me the kind and loving embraces and touches. But I know that they are only the kind of affection that comes from a friendship such as ours.
I take advantage of that situation everyday. I steal a touch of her beautiful hair, or skin. On lucky occasions, I fall asleep in her embrace and I feel totally at peace.
She tortures me with out even know that she is doing such things. At times, she gathers me into an embrace and nuzzles my neck, as if it were a soft down pillow. This always excites me, and I cannot help but shudder in the wake of my feelings. She often asks me if that was ok or not, mistaking my pleasure for that of the opposite. I always brush it off with, "Its fine." and walk away quickly.
I always fear the day (if it will come) that she finds out about my obsession with her. The mask of the perfect best friend will one day slip or crack and I will have nether the mind nor will to try and fix it.
So I find myself in a horrible situation. I can hardly live, knowing that she will never return my love. But if I kill myself then I know it will break her. To imagine such a thing almost breaks my heart.
So I hope every day for death, for I cannot do it my self. I hope also, if not for death, for an escape from her so she will not be hurt by me. But there in no escape, only in death.
So in this confection, I Virginia Wesley confess to the following; I love Hermione Granger with all me heart and soul.