Post by beMMADfabulous on Nov 18, 2006 17:39:25 GMT -5
A/N:: Okay, I really need to start writing something other than fluff. lol It's been awhile since I've read anything else. Yeah, this is an annoying little repetitive piece.
FanFic 100 Challenge #:: 085:: She- Albus's POV. Does she know how he feels?
So often I find myself staring, wondering what thoughts play in that beautiful mind of hers. It is only when her cheeks begin to flush that I realize just how long I have been watching her. I apologize, but she simply smiles and says there is no need.
I wonder...
Does she know that her voice soothes me and that I hang on her every word?
Does she know that the touch of her hand against mine makes my heart skip a beat?
Does she know that I live for the feel of her tartan robes that brush against my skin and the warm scent of ginger newts that lingers in the air around her?
Does she know that she is lovely when she is angry, when she hurts I feel her pain, and her laughter is music to my ears?
Does she know that when she places her hand on my shoulder, I am lifted up, and all my fears are chased away?
Does she know that it is only she in which I confide my deepest secrets?
Does she know that when her brilliant green eyes sparkle, I can feel the burning fire of passion within her?
Does she know that the love she has for her students inspires me and touches my heart?
Does she know that she, more than anyone else, has taught me to love others, as well as myself?
And does she know that her every wish is my command?
Ah, how I wonder...
THE END
FanFic 100 Challenge #:: 085:: She- Albus's POV. Does she know how he feels?
Does She Know?
So often I find myself staring, wondering what thoughts play in that beautiful mind of hers. It is only when her cheeks begin to flush that I realize just how long I have been watching her. I apologize, but she simply smiles and says there is no need.
I wonder...
Does she know that her voice soothes me and that I hang on her every word?
Does she know that the touch of her hand against mine makes my heart skip a beat?
Does she know that I live for the feel of her tartan robes that brush against my skin and the warm scent of ginger newts that lingers in the air around her?
Does she know that she is lovely when she is angry, when she hurts I feel her pain, and her laughter is music to my ears?
Does she know that when she places her hand on my shoulder, I am lifted up, and all my fears are chased away?
Does she know that it is only she in which I confide my deepest secrets?
Does she know that when her brilliant green eyes sparkle, I can feel the burning fire of passion within her?
Does she know that the love she has for her students inspires me and touches my heart?
Does she know that she, more than anyone else, has taught me to love others, as well as myself?
And does she know that her every wish is my command?
Ah, how I wonder...
THE END