Post by uozumi on Jan 6, 2005 17:28:26 GMT -5
Oi…this has been floating in my head for a few days now.
I hope you like it.
I own nothing.
PREMISE
Viktor happened upon Hermione one day, and ever since there he’s been trying to ask her to the dance. V/H! XD
I Will Try Again Tomorrow
I hope you like it.
I own nothing.
PREMISE
Viktor happened upon Hermione one day, and ever since there he’s been trying to ask her to the dance. V/H! XD
I Will Try Again Tomorrow
I ducked in here to escape that veela girl, but how was I to know I’d find another? That was so long ago, and now I keep stealing over to the library when there is some down time, and I find that no matter how many times I enter, I exit right where I began:
Without talking to Her.
She is a small girl with golden amber hair that reflects the sunlight from the open window as she sifts through books or does her homework. She sits atop her chair with her right leg crossed over her left at the ankles, sometimes bouncing slightly as she reads, fully engrossed in whatever she is doing.
I approach, but do not get too near. I am not sure how I want to do this, and wish that I could do what I practice. Standing on the steps that lead up to the elevated study area, I watch as she scribbles something on her parchment, still not noticing that I have been watching her for a long time. I wonder what I shall say to her. It would not be right just to ask her to the Yule Ball, but it would not be wrong either. I have not seen her with any of the other students, so perhaps she does have no boyfriend, yet I do not think that I am her type.
I doubt that this girl would like me. To her I am most likely a stuck-up popular boy who is merely trying to date her from a dare like those American movies they show in Bulgaria every now and then do. That is what stops me; I cannot let her think that this is a lie when it isn’t. I think that it would be more painful for her to reject me for that stereotype then to just reject my invitation to have her by my side at the dance.
Yet, now, somehow, my feet are moving on their own accord, and I am steadily nearing her table. She looks so peaceful as she works on her work, and I wonder if I can possibly interrupt her. I do not want to stop her if she likes what she is doing; I do not want her to hate me for interrupting her.
Before I can comprehend what I’m about, I have my hand on the chair in front of her, watching as she looks up, her amber eyes meeting mine, widening slightly in surprise. I ask her if I can join her, and she nods hurriedly sweeping her books up so I can place mine on the table as well. We sit there in silence for a moment and I study her, noting that suddenly her rhythm has stopped and she’s uncomfortable. I want to leave, but I have come so far, so I stay.
The sun goes down and soon people begin to file out of the library, and she stands, scooping up books and organizing her bag. The world comes back to me and I realize that it’s getting close to supper time, so I too pack my things, and we leave quietly from the library.
I wanted to ask her today, but I made progress. Perhaps I’ll try again tomorrow and again and again until finally I ask her, and I hope that I don’t wait until it’s too late.
THE END