Okay since you seemed to like this and wanted more here's the update, huge hugs to you who liked this.

It's strange how you can know so much about someone and really don't know them at all. I know so much about Hermione, how she strokes her hair out of her face when she's annoyed, she chews on her pen when she's concentrating and I even know what kind of shampoo she uses (it smells like coconuts).

Pansy asks me to pass her something, a pair of scissors? I don't know. She laughs at me when I stand there and stares out in the blue. You can't help whom you fall in love with that's true. But it would be easier for me if she just would go and cling on to someone else. The class is dismissed when Crabbe managed to get attacked by one of the plants.

Crabbe follows professor Sprout to madam Pomfrey and the rest of us walks up to the castle. Goyle, not a very bright boy, congratulates me for my "success with the cutest girl in our grade". I agree with him even though I don't mean it and he looks satisfied. It's not hard to be me really. They all expect me to say this and to that like I normally do. Even if I'm not in the mood I do my best to please them. "Never let them see your weakness". Who was it that said that? Must have been my father during one of his "pep-talks". He's doing his best to mould me into something that's just like him. Just let him try.

When we get down to Hagrid's hut he's not there. A sign on the door tells us that he's not feeling well today and the class is cancelled. Harry, Hermione and Ron walk down to the lake. I wish I had friends like that. I make a move to follow them when Pansy thugs my arm and wants me to go to the library with her. "Now where were you heading at?" She talks to me like I'm a child or perhaps a little pep. Anyway I follow her because it's easier that way. I make the math in my head as we walk; I won't have class with the Gryffindors until Friday, which's in 3 days.

It's a mystery how slow the time seems to go when you're waiting for something. But finally Friday came. I look for her in the crowd outside the classroom when we're waiting for Snape. The trio is late, but so is our teacher. When we're all sitting down waiting for today's instructions I try to catch her eye. But she won't look at me. Like I should be surprised.

I once read a book, I don't remember the title, but it had a very good quote. "Sometimes you have to make your opportunities, because if you wait for them to come you will miss out on them and you will stand there and ask yourself why they never came." This was one of those times. I pick up a piece of parchment and I draw a picture of her (not a very good one but it kinda looks like her) and I write a short message, the lines were from a mugglesong by Def Leppard.

I'm on fire and you're the flame

You inspire the road I take

You take me to a better place

You're the sun and I'm the rain

You were raised to be so good

I grew up misunderstood

We were distant worlds apart

Feels so right, it's meant to be

Shooting stars and chemistry

They unite a beating heart

I turn the parchment into an origami-bird and send it over to her desc. She looks around in the classroom when it lands in front of her. I try not to stare at her. I made my opportunity. The little smile on her face when she reads the lines is worth it. I hardly doubt she would smile like that if she knew whom it was from. That doesn't matter because her looking like that will have me in Cloud Cuckooland over the weekend. But there will always be Monday again.

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