Books by Pittsy

Rating: G
Genres: Romance, Humor
Relationships: Lily & James
Book: Lily & James, Books 1 - 6
Published: 09/09/2005
Last Updated: 09/09/2005
Status: Completed

She loves diving into a good one. He hates them with a fiery vengeance.




1. Books
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Summary: She just loves diving into a good book. He hates every kind of book with a fiery
vengeance.

Notes/ Disclaimer: Don't own anything.

**Books**

I hate damn books.

I hate the smell of pure evil that wafts up your nostrils as you open one that should've
been burned in the Middle Ages.

I hate how they creak like an old bed spring, or, even worse, the lid of a coffin opening to
swallow you up in its horrors.

I hate how it costs a gazillion Galleons for *two tiny volumes* that, let's face it, I
won't read anyway.

I hate how my parents get me ones called 'How to be a Respectable Young Man: A
Gentleman's Handbook' as a Christmas present when all I really wanted was a new
broomstick.

I hate ones that use words like 'aficionados' and 'perfidious' just to sound
clever.

I hate how I get detention if I even *think* about doodling 'JP4LE' in one I've
been forced to borrow from the Library.

I hate how *she* loves them so much, and hates me.

I hate that every time I look at her, her head is buried in one and I can barely see her
forehead, let alone my favourite part, her eyes.

I hate how they give her the power to smirk at me and quote 'brilliant' wizards and
supposedly 'witty' observations.

I hate how she spends so much time in the Library with *them* and runs away whenever
I'm within a five foot radius of her.

But most of all, I hate how I'm jealous of a damn *book.*

xxx

I just love a good book.

I love the smell of a new one as you open it for the first time; crisp, clean, ripe for the
reading.

I love how an old one will crack deliciously as you open it, full of dust, rich with memories,
like an old friend welcoming you home.

I love how much I enjoy digging for hours through old shops and market stalls, to find hidden
gems that can be yours for just a few sickles.

I love how my parents somehow know the perfect ones to get me for Christmas, and how I spend the
day being swept away into another world.

I love the beautiful words like 'masquerade' and 'vivacity', that cover your
mind like a warm, loving blanket of images.

I love how they give me the power to raise my hand in every class, and get every question
correct.

I love how *he* hates them so much, and tries really hard not to hold it against me.

I love how I can hide behind the large, heavy ones that cover up my entire embarrassed face when
I can feel him staring at me.

I love how they give me the power to quote Shakespeare and Austen at him, just to perplex the
Hell out of him, and make me feel vastly superior.

But, most of all, I love how they allow me to tell myself that he's just an illiterate fool,
and pretend that he could never replace precious books in my heart, when he already, unwittingly,
has.

xxx

A/N: This was just a drabble that I wrote for hpficcontest over at live journal, for a challenge
based on a love/hate relationship. The results came in today for the competition and I didn't
even place in the top 3 so I was a bit gutted and thought I'd post it up here to see what
people think of it. I know its not very long but I really loved writing it. What do you think?



