10/10/2003

She's in her bed. It took some arguing, but she's there. It's one thing to be in the same room with her, smelling her, it'd be a whole other thing to be in the same bed with her. I'm not sure when I became such an idiot around someone I like. I was never like this in school. I wasn't like this with Alicia. Why can't I just act normally around her?

The worst part of this whole situation? Even though I'm loathe to admit it? I didn't want to share a bed with her tonight because I know that he wouldn't want me to. Pathetic. Can't I just, for one ruddy minute, worry about what I want? Forget my Gyffindor loyalty. I don't care if he asked this of me, that he needed my help. I don't owe Marcus fucking Flint anything. I don't. The bastard has what I want and it's right there in that bed not ten feet away from me and I won't do anything about it because he asked for my help.

I think she's waki