Author's note: Harry's denial in having a crush on Ginny, amuses me so much. It's funny that he realized and accepted his feelings when he was already halfway in love with her.
You are the biggest paradox I've ever encountered.
You could be warm and endearing one second but nonchalant and indifferent the next.
You could be so serious and yet be such a goof ball.
Some days we could talk about anything and others a single smile in my direction is too much to expect from you.
A single glimpse of you brightens my day.
I tell myself that I should be content with just that.
Yet it makes my lungs wrench and incinerate itself, leaving me standing, longing for more.
It frustrates me whenever you smile, laugh or do something.
I'm stuck in between teasing you or being thankful that I had the chance to witness it.
It's terrible that I associate you to a certain scent.
In some unfathomable way I just know that it's you.
It makes my heart flutter and I'm left standing there making a complete fool out of myself.
I try to ignore you.
But you're everywhere.
To the dreams I have at night .
To quidditch.
To a potion.
It's infuriating.
You confuse me in every way possible.
But one thing's clear: despite the complete train wreck that is me, I admit it—
I like you
but also,
I hate you.
I hate that I like you.
And I don't know what the hell to do about it.