Title: Infatuation

Author: Katie

Author E-mail: AmethystJackson@hotmail.com

Category: Romance

Keywords: Er…that's a secret

Spoilers: For all four books

Rating: PG-13

Summary: A mystery someone is in love with another mystery someone. I'll leave it to you to guess who the someones are before the final edition arrives.

Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Special Dedication: To Cassandra Claire, without whom I might have never been inspired to write this. Yes, that was a clue.

Witch Weekly

Volume 345, No. 2

July 28, 2002

This week, Amethyst delivers us a completely cryptic article that no one really gets but we're posting it, because it's all we've got. She encourages SpellbookFics members to try and guess who's in love with whom in this…short and cryptic piece.


By Amethyst Jackson


Sometimes when I lie in bed at night, I can vividly imagine his arms around my shoulders, his hands pressed against my back, his cheek against my hair. I rest my head on his strong shoulder. His hair tickles my forehead. He smells like ripe nectarines mixed with a scent that is quite uniquely his own. It would be warm, oh, so perfectly arm. He would gently run his hands along the curves of my back. The best part would be when he whispered, softly, vibrating against my earlobe, the words I'm dying to hear.

"I love you."

Then I pull the covers closer, snuggling against my pillows, wishing I were warm and safe in his arms.

It always takes awhile to fall asleep. I fantasize about kissing him. It's not as real as when I think about being in his arms. I don't know how he tastes, though I bet his lips are soft. They always look so smooth and flawless. He's probably a good kisser. His arms would be around me again, except he would have one hand on the back of my head, his fingers tangled in my hair, and his other arm would hold me tightly against him.

I wonder if he ever thinks about kissing me. I wonder if he ever imagines what my mouth would feel like against his. I wonder if he thinks about me at all. I wonder if he suspects the tears I cry for him. I wonder if he could comprehend the longing, the pain.

I wish he did.

Sometimes, when we're studying, and no one else is around, I watch him. His face changes expression as he reads. If he reads something amusing, the corners of his mouth twitch. And if he reads something utterly appalling, his entire face with twist into a cringe. It's the cutest thing. I wonder if anyone else notices a trace of brown around his pupils. I doubt that even he realizes that one of his eyebrows is slightly higher than the other, or that he has a faint dimple in his left cheek when he smiles. No one else could possibly have memorized every detail of his face; no one else could love him so completely.


I wonder if maybe my feelings for him are a mere obsession, something that would pass with time. And then I take one good look at him, and I know that I must be in love with him. He's so wonderful.

I watched him in Potions today. It was amazing how very careful he was. He put so much time and effort into making each ingredient perfect before adding it to his potion. Maybe he's very careful about everything. Or maybe he's just trying not to fail Potions. Whatever the reason, he might take that sort of care with…other things.

I wanted to watch him longer, but one of his friends saw me staring, so I didn't dare look over there again.

Later, in Care of Magical Creatures, I got to watch him again. It was Flobberworms again, but that was all right. He didn't seem to care as much about the Flobberworms as he did his potion ingredients, but…who likes Flobberworms?

He smiled at one of his friends. It was the cutest thing. One side of his mouth tilts up higher than the other. I wanted to run over there, hug him, kiss him. He's so…irresistible.

I wonder what Draco would say if he knew? I wonder what all of Slytherin house would say? Screw that, I know. Draco would tell me to stop wasting my time pining over filth, as would the rest of the Slytherins.

But I'm in love with him. All I want to do is think about him. He's so very perfect.

Why can't I have him?


Ahem, *clears throat importantly* TO BE CONTINUED.