... I must control myself. I'm beginning to become... obvious. No. It's much more than that. I'm beginning to become... slutty. And I can not do that. Not to myself, and more importantly -- not to Harry.
Then again, the Harry Issue is nonexistant. True, I... I... I'm in love with him. But we've already agreed: it will not go further. After all, this is Harry's last year at Hogwarts. And, judging by the past six years, this may very well be the worst one yet. Naturally, we can't take the risk of letting a romance distract Harry. And yet, I still love him... And so I can not let myself get carried away. Snape is one thing -- it's stictly business. But no more acting like Pansy or Daphne.
... Severus. Oh Merlin. I can't even get into that -- though I know Snape would be hardly pleased by my behavior. Which is why I must pull myself together.
Yes. It shouldn't be too difficult. I just must learn to control my reactions and mannerisms, especially in the presence of one Draco Malfoy.
Gods! How could I have let myself get carried away? It's those damn flashes! When I lose control of my body, and my urges get the better of me. But I shouldn't worry any more. I will reign those urges.
Whew. I've got it.
Reminder: I am -not-, nor will I ever be, one of your Slytherin whores. What happened the other day was purely a fluke. And I am beginning to wonder if you slipped something into my water. Get -bent-, Malfoy.
Well. The Holidays have started well, for the most part. How is everyone?
I was wondering. Maybe after the Yule Ball, would anyone like to meet in the Room of Requirement to wind down...?
Oh, and Harry... can I see you sometime when you're not busy being adorably broody?