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#26 - if only I could make you mine
From Afar
- in which we learn there is always a price... -
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I've dreamed...
I've dreamed of you. All my life, I think, or at least since I was old enough to grasp the concept.
And now you're here, in front of me, so close that if I reached out my hand, I could touch you.
How I wish I could touch you...
How I wish I could be even close to being worthy of your perfection.
How I wish you could be mine, that I could do more than watch you from afar, that you could be mine...
"Ron?"
Ron looked up, blinking as if he was just waking from a trance.
Pansy was staring at him. "You're late, we were supposed to meet ten minutes ago."
"Oh, sorry." Ron grinned sheepishly at her. "I lost track of time."
"What's so interesting that you'd forget about me?" She peered through the shop window he'd been looking through. "A broom? That's what you were practically kissing this window looking at?"
Ron stared at her, looking scandalized. "A broom? That's not a broom. That's the broom. It's the Ultra Steroid 1 000 000! Best broom on the planet, ever! Just look at it!"
"Okay... Why don't you just buy it then instead of just standing here drooling over it?"
Ron raised an eyebrow at her and pointed to the price tag. Pansy took an involuntary step backward. "Whoa! Okay, I get it. Let's not stand too close to the window in case we somehow breath wrong and it breaks," she said nervously.
"Yeah, maybe we should go," Ron agreed. "We were supposed to go to the Hog's Head, right?"
Pansy snorted. "No way. You were late. We're going to Madam Puddifoot's," she decided, conveniently ignoring the fact that she'd been ten minutes late as well and had only spotted Ron while on her way to meet him.
Ron groaned, but went along as she grabbed his wrist and dragged him away from he window, regretfully throwing a last, longing look at the broom as they went.