The clouded sky was grey, not blue.
It happened often, quite frequently these days.
Almost as if the rainman could feel our depression.
Unrequited love, it's always bitter, that's how I feel as I sit on this rock.
I look out across the churning water, it waves at me, taunting. As if it's just daring me to jump into it's chasems and drown at it's mercey.
I told him, today.

Today, it was just like any other day.
Well, that was until I destroyed everything.
They always say live today as if it was the last day of you life.
I guess I took that statment a little too seriously.
So I told him today, how I felt.
I gone over the speech a thousand times in my head.
When it was finally perfected, I knew I would burst with this nugget of information if I didn't tell someone.

I chose today, this day, this month, this year to tell him... I love you.
I suppose the situation wasn't so good.
I saw him with his 'friends' and I just couldn't stop myself.
Walking straight over to him, I asked him for a word.
He looked a little suspicious, even thought we'd both made an effort to be more friendly in these current times.

As we walked to a quite spot in the corridor, he turned back around and looked back at his friends.
I turned also, and saw the looks of hatred on his cronies faces, their emotion so raw I couldn't be mistaken.

Then I caught sight of those green eyes, piercing into my very skull. My speech was gone, all of it reahearsed and for once my inner instinct took charge.
All I was going to orignally do was offer my hand in friendship, again.
But something else happened, I couldn't even stop when I started.
"I love you" ...

I would have perfrerred to drink acid, maybe at least that would have gotten the feeling of those words from my throat.
I had never said that to anyone, not even my parents.
They just rolled out, nothing I could do about it. But I didn't even feel that way, I didn't even know Potter for crying out loud!

The look on his face was enough. He looked pissed of with my joke, then smirked, worthy of one of my own.
"Fuck Off Malfoy" Harry replied, and walked away from me without a second glance.

Anger would have been better, for him to scream at me, yell and get out of control.
Or even for him to ridicule me, laugh and include his friends in the joke.
But his indifference was like poison, it was chewing me up inside.
My emotion for him was so raw, so pure, unadultered.

I actually hate him, my mind just got it mixed around.
I screamed these words at him, to the empty lake. Looking heaven bound, my eyes blurred, I noticed.
The clouded sky was grey, not blue.