Disclaimer: not mine, etc. also, this is femme slash. if you don't like it, don't read it.
Author's Note: for all of you waiting for me... if i don't post the next chapter for A Dress of Dark Green by the end of the week, you have my full permission to annoy me endlessly. in the meantime, enjoy this randomness, as well as A Teenaged Snape? by Natsuyori, which i am now beta-reading/co-writing.
Seeing you
It's everything I've ever wanted. Well, in a boy, at least. He's kind and sweet… he always meets me for lunch, and buys me a butterbeer whenever we're in Hogsmeade. He's never jealous about me or anything I do with other people… he accepts me, and that's so hard to find. And slowly, without realizing it, we've become a couple. So why do I keep looking back? I wish I could tell you all this. Honestly, I love being able to talk with you so easily, but at the same time, be comfortable in the silence. Things are never awkward with you. Even with all the differences we have – you're spontaneous; carefree, and I'm the studious bookworm; plain… you're vibrant.
I can't talk to you about this, though, because you always know when I'm not telling you something. And I can't tell you how sometimes, at lunch, I forget to eat because I'm looking at you. Or how when you enter the common room, my stomach goes all funny. I mean, we're friends… ever since I was eleven and you were ten we've been having pillow fights and giggling about boys.
So no, I can't tell you what I'm thinking, because I might end up telling you how I feel. How sometimes I wonder what it would be like to kiss you, to taste your strawberry lip chap. To feel your hair, to touch your freckled nose.
Because you're Ginny.