Interlude One
She likes the rain, too. I'd caught her enjoying the sunshine with an expression that bordered on sinful, but she loves the rain almost as much. Most Slytherins have a dastardly-villian-type enjoyment of the rain, but she just loves it, pure and simple, though how someone can be so pure and so sinful at the same time is beyond me. Her purity makes me angry. No one that happy should be in Slytherin. No single person in Slytherin my entire six years here has been that obnoxiously nice. She doesn't hate anyone. I used to think that was impossible, considering even the 'golden trio' hate people, but she ever has the gleam of hatred in her eyes.
She likes me, too. I used to think that was impossible, too.
She laughs, and I don't think she's laughing at me.
She smiles, and I don't think she's trying to find any juicy secrets for the gossips.
She looks and me, and I think...
She's impossible. I know she's not a product of my mind, because never would I have been able to imagine this conundrum. Purity and sin. She doesn't seem real, but she can't be fake.
...And I think she sees me.