Dear James,
You talked to me today. I could feel my chest ache, bile threatened to build up, I could almost feel the acid burning through my ripped skin- okay, that's a slight over exaggeration. Regardless, I kept my cool. We talked as if we were close friends, you're nice to talk to.
I guess you may have noticed that I don't have many friends. It's not that I can't make friends with my peers, it's that I don't want to.
Maybe I always knew I was homosexual, or maybe you awakened the battle of my sexuality. Either way, I had always felt too scared to make friends with the boys in my house, I feel that now it makes sense.
I still think of you, unreasonable, unrealistic, yet unashamed thoughts of you seem to capture my attention. I write about you a lot. Sometimes I add Lily, I can never portray her a a villain, however. She's a beautiful girl with a beautiful personality, she's too nice to hate.
Sincerely, a happy Hufflepuff x
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Dear James [J. Potter]
FanfictionIn which a confused Hufflepuff falls for the arrogant Gryffindor heartthrob who unfortunately has a thing for his too-good-to-be-true ginger housemate.
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