A/N: This was a random idea that popped into my head as I waited in line to file into Study Hall. It was brilliant. As fast as I could I scribbled it down. This is the outcome. Hope you like it!
DISCLAIMER: If I were a rich, British, insanely wonderful author, do you think I'd be sitting here writing this!
It was stupid. Completely stupid.
How could this happen to him?
He had enough to worry about, anyway. Sirius's death, Voldemort's return, the Half-Blood Prince, Malfoy's plans…he didn't need this to top it off!
He had done the most foolish thing a person in his position could do.
He had fallen in love.
Inwardly, he cursed himself. Couldn't it wait? Why did he have to be in love now? When there was a war going on? Especially when there was war going on. All the ones he loved could be murdered in their beds! What was he thinking? 'But there's the problem.' He snorted. His heart hadn't yet caught up with his mind.
So there he was. Young and in love, yet having the burden of the entire world on his shoulders. Great.
He didn't mean to fall in love, not really. Just the little things at first. Sneaking glances, laughing in her presence, accidentally brushing hands - he didn't mean for it to go so far. He thought it would pass. Almost like an experiment. Stupid.
Because now he was in love with her. Damn it.
He wanted to hold her, kiss her, tell her how much he loved her - but every time he went near her, he restrained himself, because he told himself firmly, over and over, that he was doing the right thing – to keep her from getting hurt. When in reality, he was just keeping himself from getting hurt – he didn't want any more people dying because of him.
So now he sits by the windowsill, thinking about her. Wondering if after the war, there might still be a chance…hoping that she loved him back. Maybe someday…
Because he could imagine marrying her, having kids with her, growing old with her, showing how much he loved her…
'Stop it,' He told himself firmly. 'Stop thinking about her…it'll only make things worse.' He was right.
He couldn't be with her. That was the truth. And it was the most painful truth he had ever had to endure. Because love hurts sometimes, even to the best of people, because they were too stupid or stubborn or shy to take the chance when it was available to them. In his case, it was all three. And he regretted it. He always would.
He always would.
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