Using the prompt 'blanket'


Then There is Affection

You've always admired her bravery.

From a distance, though.

And secretly.

The others could never know. They could never know that you thought that Gryffindor was brave. That she was beautiful. That she was smart.

They could never know that she made you happier, that she made you smile, more than anyone else ever had. They would laugh at you, think you under a spell.

And maybe you were. After all, why would you fancy a Gryffindor? A Weasley? Maybe she had put you under a spell. Maybe had slipped a love potion in your morning pumpkin juice.

It didn't matter, though. You still thought she was smart, beautiful and talented.

And you found yourself daydreaming of her kisses, of the two of you wrapped up together in warm blankets, of sitting by the fire… just the two of you.

It was all in your head, of course. She didn't dream of the same thing. Not at all. She looked at you with the coldest eyes – like you were spawned from the devil himself.

You could have been. Your heart was cold, but not for her. For her, it warmed you to the core.

Your heart grew bigger for her.

"Pansy."

You jump as Daphne's voice is in your ear. You've been staring at her again. What if she's noticed?

"You're so distracted lately," her friend observed. "What is it?"

You shake your head. No, you can't tell her.

"Obviously it's something… is it Draco? He seems awfully quiet these days, doesn't he?"

You finally manage to draw your eyes away from the red-haired beauty. You nod. "Yes, it's Draco," you lie. "I'm just so worried about him."

The words taste bitter in your mouth, like you're betraying her. But she doesn't care. She's only got eyes for one person.

She's only got eyes for Harry Potter.

It hurts you more than you care to admit. Why can't she like you? Why can't she just turn around for once and give you a smile; give some sign that she actually might care.

But that's just stupid. She'd never do that. The only look she'll ever give you will be a cold, hard one that is full of hate.

Because that's all you are to her. A hateful Slytherin who cares for no one but herself.

If only she knew; if only she could read your thoughts and see your heart. Then she would know that she is very much loved, and that no one will ever love her like you do.

But that was never going to happen. She was never going to notice you.


I forgot to mention that these one-shots are not related at all. I hope you enjoyed this one too!