He caught me staring again. I wish I could stop. I'm sure he knows I love him and he's too nice to say anything or tease me or something.
I wish he would say something. I'm being obvious enough. At least, Ginny's magazines say I'm being obvious enough.
Okay, I read them.
Stop looking at me like that!
I think it's time to say something. I think it's time to tell him.
I think its time I ask somebody for help.
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So I asked Harry.
Well not so much "asked" as "blurted out accidentally."
He told me that I should just be myself and speak up.
That's when I smacked him.
I think.
I can't remember.
Sigh, it's been a long day.
Sigh, he talked to me!
Not Harry! Stop looking at me like that!
My heartthrob talked to me today.
He asked me how it was going! He cares!
Do I sound as pathetic as I feel right now?
Do I?
Answer me!
Forget it.
I'm going to go tell him!
Tomorrow!