Unnoticed

I can't stop thinking about you...

You.

You echo in my head and you drive me crazy. I want you so bad, but I cannot have you. I have seen you in the halls and in my mind. Sometimes I cannot tell if you are really there or not...

But I want you to be. I love you...this I've always known.

Love.

I do, love you that is. I want you to love me, but do you know I exist? Do you watch me in the halls and at dinner as I watch you? Do you want me as much as I want you? I have never felt this so deep in my heart before. I love you. And I want you to love me. Will you? Could you? Is it even right for me to dream? What is this lifelessness I know now? What is wrong with me? What? What? Can I hope to ever even know you? I want to...so bad.

Please...listen to me.

I have found you walking out of empty classrooms. Or I thought they were empty. When I looked in I would find girls, half-dressed and pink with passion. They want you too. Do they want you as much as I? I do not know. Oh, how I wish I could have you. Do you have the same wish?

Do you lie awake at night and dream of me? I doubt it. I have seen the way you look at her...

And she is my sister.

Not by blood, but I have known her my whole life. I have heard her, recently, talk of you. She loves you too, or so she says. I tell myself she is crazy. She does not love you as I. I love you. I do. She does not. She cannot possibly love you as I do. It is not possible.

Why do you not see me? My mind screams for you to notice me. I cannot say anything to you...you would laugh and turn. Or would you take me into an empty class room and take me, without another word? But that is not what I want...I do not want to be like one of those girls...one of those dirty girls. I am not, nor can I pretend to be, one of those girls. I wish you would notice me. I wish you would love me. Is it too much to ask? Just one fleeting glance in a hall...but no. You cannot love me. I dream of it every single night. I wish to find you one night, for you to see me; for you to love me. I hear you whisper my name in the library. Ah...You do know me. But the picture fades as I close my book. My dream dies as does my heart. I love you. But you...you do not know my name. You, the most wonderful person I have ever seen. You, heroic and brave. I see you, with your friends, and I hope in my heart that you shall be mine one day. I hope to be walking with you down the hall. But no...it shall never be.

I just wish for you to know, I love you. I have always and will always love you. And although you do not know me, I will know you...

I love you, Draco Malfoy.