Crossing Lines
I hated Fleur, I really did, but I experienced that the line between Love and Hate is a really thin one, and ooh so easy too cross. I crossed it, not with just a toe, no… I just took al massive leap, and now I'm here, three feet into the love area. I crossed it.
I kissed her, I'm still in heaven I think.
I know why I used to hate Fleur, it's because she confuses me, she made me, no, Makes me lose control, and as everyone knows, I'm the biggest control freak on earth. I never had never fallen in love with a girl before her. I knew I was different, but me, the brightest witch in her era couldn't figure out that meant she was gay. That I am gay.
Until I saw her.
Not that it immediately struck me, I just, I don't know, and than, the bouillabaisse disaster, quite uncomfortable.
And since than every time I see her I get all confused and not a single book in the library could tell me what I felt. If I had read one single chick flick I would've known it, but I thought that's below my standards.
This morning I bumped in her on my way to the library. I fell slightly, very, ungracefully on top of her. And I kissed her. I didn't want too, well I did but not like this. Luckily I knew she was gay, and looking at me too, I'm not as dense as Ron you know. And I sleep in the same dorm as Lavender the "Gossip Queen" that helps too.
Back to the kissing. Before I could pull away in shock, her hands were tangled in my hair, and she kissed me back. When I pulled away, we got up, and she handed me a note.
Meet me at my dorm
8 p.m.
Xxx Fleur
So that is where I'm heading, to heaven, to her dorm. Who could have thought of that? The Brightest and the Hottest witches of their era together in love.
I now know I love being confused, cause I crossed the line.