Читаю на английском я чуть ли не хуже, чем пишу. Хотя, последнее, как оказалось, при помощи гугла очень даже ничего. Но фик, на который натолкнулась случайно на девианте, понравился. Милое маленькое мини, которое надо будет перечитать чуть позже.
ГП/ДМI watched the fire, my potions homework was in the book in my lap, not that I cared. I was trying to think of a time when he was not always on my mind. Now no matter where I go or what I do it seems like he is always there, floating just out of reach. I spend my day teasing, taunting, and insulting him. I wish that I could make him notice me other ways, but he never will. He hates me, and he thinks I hate him, all the Slytherins know that I want him. I was so afraid to tell them, but there fine. I’m bi that’s all there is to it. As I stare at the fire and these thought wander through my mind I can’t help but hope that he thinks of me. Maybe he is thinking of me now, no that will never happen. I finish my homework on illegal love potion, then as I clime into bed alone I hope that tomorrow, yes, by tomorrow he’ll realize why I’m there bugging him.
I watch as his black hair enters the great hall, some mornings I wish that I didn’t look for him every morning, I still watch him. My food is barely touched. I prefer my breakfast light. I’m not in a good mood this morning...but there is little I can do. I’m just waiting for Potions this afternoon, and then I’ll get to watch him. He has the most amusing face when he copies notes. If only I could teach him how to remember it all. As the “golden trio” leave the great hall I decide to get in the way. I shove past His little girlfriend, the red head brat; she knows nothing of how wonderful His eyes are. How easy it is to get lost in the deep pools of emerald green, it never hard to just want to stare into his eyes forever. They day goes by slowly, the only high points are my meetings with Potter and his friends. If only I could find Potter alone, then he would know, but he’ll figure it out soon, he is smart. In a way. Finally Potions, I get a seat near the back so that no matter where I sit, I can see him. All through potions I think of him, how good he would look in the green and sliver bedding of my room. When class is over I follow them out and make a sarcastic remark on how horrible his stupid red head friend’s potion was. I then get my satisfaction, he turns slowly around and asks me if it rely is any of my business. I tell him that as a Slytherin, everything is my business. His Emerald eyes star into my silver ones and how I wish that that moment could have lasted forever. He broke eye contact I put on a sneer and walk away if I stay any longer I will just break and besides maybe today he will follow me, but as I walk down the hall I hear nothing but my own feet on the ground. So for now I go back to my common room thinking of him and later that night as I climb into my lonely bed I think tomorrow, yes, by tomorrow he’ll realize why I’m there bugging him.
Fin.