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The library. The most beautiful place in the world. I know many would beg to differ, but I couldn't help it.
I don't know why, but ever since a young age, I had a strange obsession for books. The fascinated me like no other. It was one of the main reasons why I spent most of the time in the library.
Yes, I know what your questions are now. What are the other reasons?
The other reasons are that it's always peaceful in here. It's a nice place to think.
These are all the reasons I tell whenever someone asks me. But I have another reason. A reason that I would never, ever admit to anyone. I'd rather die before I confess. Or so I thought.
I come to the library to get away from him. The library seems to be the only place where I've never seen him set a foot in. Maybe he's scared of the books or something. I hope he is and stays away from this place. That would be funny. I could just throw a book at him and make him run for his life. It would be totally hilarious.
Wait, what? Did I just seriously think of all that?
Don't blame for speaking nonsense, he is the one who makes me.
Why do I even think of him so much? Do girls generally like a boy who bullied her ever since they first met?
True, he toned down a bullying a bit after the War. More like he doesn't even care about me. But that doesn't mean that all the hurtful words he said to me never happened. And yet, here I am, thinking about him? Does that even make sense?
Let me tell you when this first started. It started right after I got un-Petrified in my second year. I began to have dreams about him. Not that sort of dreams where I got to punch his nose or something, I had dreams where he was constantly trying to apologize to me, but he never seemed to be able to reach me.
At first it totally scared me. The dreams continued for the next couple of months into the holiday. Then, the next time I got to Flourish and Blotts, I picked a book to make sense of these dreams. After a few hours of research, I came to two possible conclusions as to why this was happening.
First, his soul was trying to contact with mine as we were unable to speak face to face (this is highly impossible, mind you all, considering our statuses). The second possibility was that my own brain was trying to communicate with me in some way.
I thought that the second option was most likely true. A little bit of more research told me that if it really was my own subconscious self trying to communicate with me, I had to be open minded during the dreams, and allow it to freely communicate. It wasn't an easy task. It took me six whole months before I managed to do it.
Thus began my relationship with him. Every night I met him in my dreams. Though I knew that the version of him I was talking to in my dreams was born in my brain, I couldn't help falling for hm. How could I not? He was so sweet and so charming, and we just suit each other perfectly.
This is why I escaped to the library. I hated to have to see the one in reality so different to the one n my head. It tore my heart. I avoided him much as possible.
And I was doing the same thing now. I had Hogwarts: A History opened in front of me, but I really wasn't taking much in.
I was lost in my thoughts and didn't see someone coming at my table. I was startled when I heard a voice, "Mind if I sit here?"
I turned my head and found myself staring into his silver eyes.
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