Can't they just figure it out already? Bloody unresolved sexual tension. Gets in the way of everything. People say that love is a never ending rollercoaster. The greatest thing that will ever happen to you. It's a load of rubbish, it is, that can ruin everything. Don't believe me? Take my two best friends. Messed up their bloody lives. Bloody wankers.
It was always the small things that made her blush. The tiniest things that he would do. A smile, a wink, a brush of their hands. These were catastrophic events, causing silence and nervous tension. When I couldn't stand it anymore, I would stay something stupid, the tension would leave the air, and they would be back to normal for awhile, then something would set them off again. It got so I couldn't be in their presence anymore. Let them figure it out.
But, then I took to wandering the corridors, and soon scoped out the best spots in Hogwarts. The rock by the lake, the very edge of the Forbidden Forest, just within viewing distance of Hagrid's Hut, the middle of the Quidditch Pitch. That's where I met her. She changed my views. My everything.
I knew her of course. But the center of the pitch is where I got to know her. It was awkward at first. Then she said something, and we both started to laugh. I can't tell you what she said, just that it broke all ties to any formalities that we might have had. I learned about her. Her hair, her smile, the way her eyes lit up when she found something interesting. Her favorite color, light purple, food, Sugar Quills, animal, Jarveys, or hobby, writing short stories.
But more than learning about her, I learned about love. How it makes you feel. And I grew less exasperated with my best friends. I took more time with my food. Closed my mouth when I chewed. I became conscious of not only my every move, but hers as well.
Is this what he feels like? Like every single part of him has to be with her, touching her, talking to her? That everything he does has to be perfect, all for her? To change his every flaw, make himself as perfect as he can in her eyes? No wonder they're so tense. They can't seem like they're changing. Every move is controlled, measured, planned ahead. There can't be any mistakes, any movements that aren't previously okayed. It's a dance that they do everyday, every night. The dance of wondering love. The dance of want, need, unfulfillment.
If they don't get on with it soon, the whole world will fall apart. Voldemort is still out there. To beat him, he needs love. He's got lots of love. My family, me, Lupin, Dumbledore, even McGonagall. But he needs her love. The kind of love that only she can give him. True love.
That's something that we've talked about at the pitch. It wasn't uncomfortable. It was honest, open, frank. I learned a lot about myself that day. I think that I found my true love. Now if only they would realize that they've found theirs.
Sometimes I think about locking them in a room. I'd need to take their wands of course. Can't have the bloody Boy Who Lived And Can't Do Anything Concerning His Heart But Can Fight Dark Wizards and the Smartest Witch Of Her Age Who Can Be Surprisingly Stupid getting out of there in a hurry, lest they do something unscripted. Maybe I'll lock them in a broom cupboard. Though it would be hard to get them a private one. I swear there are waiting lists for those things.
Maybe I'll lend them one of my thinking places. Where I let out my anger, be serious, ponder problems. Where I found love, and hopefully, where they realize that they have theirs. But for now, I have a meeting with my love. I don't know what we'll do today. And I don't care. Just as long as I'm with her.
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