A/N: Still in computer class. :) This one's a bit more... real life than last one. :) Hope you like these :)
I watched him all the time. Every time I saw him, my eyes were on him. Or at least I wanted them to be. He was always looking at me when I wanted to be looking at him, always watching me closely as if there was something about me that he couldn't shake off. I silently wished he would look away so I could look at him. But his eyes bores into my head, watching me, judging me, sizing me up to some invisible model or something.
He of course only looked at me with a disapproving look. As if he was disappointed in the way I had turned out, and slightly annoyed at how even though I wasn't like all the popular girls he hung out with and liked, he still liked me well beyond all of them. He knew I knew, I've known for years how he's felt about me, and to be honest I hoped he didn't know how I felt about him.
But this was all speculation. He probably didn't like me at all. Hell, he probably had forgotten of my existence. We went to school together, and we never really talked, glaring at each other in the halls. Why would he remember me, now, years after school had ended? But he does stare at me. Probably trying to figure out why he remembers my face. He's probably trying to figure out why I look so familiar, why something about the way I look and talk and act looks familiar to him. Unfortunately I remember him. I always remember everyone.
I remember the strange things he did, and what he said, and all the horrible things that happened in that school because of him. Throughout all of school there was a few choice words one would use when talking about him. A complete asshole. But somehow through that, I managed to find the humanity in him. I managed to find the side of him that wasn't a total jerk and actually seemed…. Sweet.
But I was imagining things. He didn't like me. He didn't want to be near me. He didn't even know my name. But every night I could imagine him holding me in his arms, I could imagine him whispering to me about things that didn't matter. But here, at work, he was as rude to me as he was to other people. But at home. No! It was just my mind, over working itself like always. I did not spend my nights with this man, he did not love me, and he most certainly did not care about what I did.
I was finished with my work for the day, and it was only noon. Lunch. That's the best way to waste time at work. You could spend hours on lunch and no one will notice where you've gone to. In my department people are constantly running in and out, providing information to other departments and helping on little informational things in other departments. We are generally never in one place for too long. So when you go to lunch and spend hours, everyone thinks you're running between departments. Just like everyone else.
I walked past his office on my way back to lunch. I was going to leave early. I had no reason to muck about and do nothing until I was supposed to leave at 5, and there was no chance that more work would come. I packed my stuff up and walked towards his office. I had to tell him that I was leaving. He was my boss, he had to know. I walked into his office, knocking before I made it all the way in. "I'm leaving early. All my work is done, and there's no more work coming for me." I said uncaring, hoping to come off differently than I felt. I was talking to the man I'd loved for nearly four years. I didn't want to sound as if I was love sick for him. I was going to treat him like I would any other boss. Professionally and politely.
"Alright. Have a nice rest of the day, Miss Granger." He said to me, his eyes never leaving his own work. I nodded and left, and made it down to the Atrium and Apparated out before I let myself swoon at the sound of his voice, the way he said my name. 'Miss Granger'! It was absolutely gorgeous and it made me swoon every single time. His voice just went so smoothly over those g's, and he definitely sounded like no snake I'd heard when he said 'Miss'. I loved his voice. It was deep, and rich, like a large bar of chocolate. Speaking of which. I grabbed a bar of chocolate and ate it while reading Pride and Prejudice. If only Jane had known how many people would be intrigued by her story, and would love everything about it.
I spent the rest of my day reading Pride and Prejudice while eating chocolate bars and ice cream. Luckily my immune system takes care of me and I knew that any weight another girl would have gained, would be gone the moment I woke up. It was interesting how that was generally the case with Wizards. We had a different immune system all together, probably because of the magic in our blood.
It was the middle of the night, and I was doing it again. I was imagining his arms around me and his voice whispering things in my ear. Then there it was, "I love you, Miss Granger." And I knew. He really was there.