Hidden Love - A Hannah/Susan fic

[Jess]

Prologue

I met her on the train ride to Hogwarts. We both got sorted into Hufflepuff, take all the same classes, and we're best friends. But this year I've started to feel a little more for Hannah Abbott. It's wrong, I know. My parents keep trying to introduce me to nice young men ever since they found out I was a lesbian. It's never worked. I can't like boys as much as Hannah. She's my best friend, my soul mate, and my secret love. I don't know how I survived before I met her.

Oh yes, I remember. I didn't. I was bored, dead, unhappy until I met her. My parents are bland and boring, and I don't have any brothers or sisters. Then I met Hannah and I came alive.

She has no idea I feel this way. I think she has a crush on Ernie Macmillan, who is nice and all, but he's, well, Ernie. He's a bit of a prat. Hannah probably thinks I'm going to be a nun or something. Justin Finch-Fletchley asked me out two months ago and I turned him down. Hannah tried to convince me to go out with him, saying he was perfect for me, but I couldn't. I know Hannah doesn't feel the same way, but I can't stop thinking "what if?" Just what if she did feel the same way? I've never had a girlfriend before. I've never even had a boyfriend. I stay up late at night sometimes, just thinking about her. Sometimes I can't sleep, knowing she's just two beds away. Sitting next to her in class is intoxicating, especially if she's forgotten a book and has to share mine.

I wish I could tell her how I feel, but I know it's no use. I'm just Susan Bones, Hannah Abbott's best friend. Nothing more.

[Jess]

I've just revised the prologue to make it longer and slow the pace down a bit. I would edit that post but I like both versions. Here's the second.

I met her on the train ride to Hogwarts. We both got sorted into Hufflepuff, take all the same classes, and we're best friends. But this year I've started to feel a little more for Hannah Abbott. It's wrong, I know. My parents keep trying to introduce me to nice young men ever since they found out I was a lesbian. It's never worked. I can't like boys as much as Hannah. She's my best friend, my soul mate, and my secret love. She's the reason I've been able to be happy all these years at Hogwarts. She's an angel without wings, sent down from Heaven to make me realize how boring my life was, and to help me find myself. I don't know how I survived before I met her.

Oh yes, I remember. I didn't. I was bored, dead, unhappy until I met her. My parents are bland and boring, and I don't have any brothers or sisters. Then I met Hannah and I came alive.

She taught me to laugh. She taught me to love. She taught me to see colors and she taught me to smile.

One day when we were working outside, a butterfly flew by and Hannah caught it.

"Look!" she said, her eyes lighting up. "Look at this, Susan!" She showed me the yellow butterfly in her hands, and seeing that butterfly and how Hannah's eyes were wide with fascination made me realize how much I had missed in my years of blandness. She smiled at me and asked, "Do you want to hold it?"

Sitting there with Hannah, holding that butterfly, was the day I started living.

She has no idea I feel this way. I think she has a crush on Ernie Macmillan, who is nice and all, but he's, well, Ernie. He's a bit of a prat. Hannah probably thinks I'm going to be a nun or something. Justin Finch-Fletchley asked me out two months ago and I turned him down. Hannah tried to convince me to go out with him, saying he was perfect for me, but I couldn't. I know Hannah doesn't feel the same way, but I can't stop thinking "what if?" Just what if she did feel the same way? I've never had a girlfriend before. I've never even had a boyfriend.

I stay up late at night sometimes, just thinking about her. Sometimes I can't sleep, knowing she's just two beds away. Sitting next to her in class is intoxicating, especially if she's forgotten a book and has to share mine. The way her hair falls across her face makes my heart speed up and my hands start to sweat. I get nervous she'll see me looking at her, so I try not to, but I always end up staring at her anyway. I feel naked around her, like everybody can see all my secrets, and all I can do is frantically try to cover them. I'm in love with my best friend, and she has no idea. She goes on reading like she doesn't notice I'm there. She smiles at me and doesn't know that my heart is beating as though I've just run a mile. She flirts with Ernie and doesn't know that it breaks my heart. She hugs me goodbye and doesn't know that I never want to let go. She doesn't hear my heart beating loudly against my chest as if it wants to jump out, and so she doesn't know. But I hear it. And I know my life will never be the same.

I wish I could tell her I feel this way, but I know it's no use. I'm just Susan Bones, Hannah Abbott's best friend. Nothing more.

[punklil007]

I rad the short prolog and i really rate it. WAHHH!!! That word makes me sad!! rate, I mean. srry, nobody knows what I am talking about. Tell u later jess.
Anyhow!!!
The prolog is good, you've really captured that diffrent prospecitve!!! I'll read the longer one later!!!

[Jess]

I know what rate means.

Thanks though! xxxxx

[punklil007]

No...I'll tell you later why it makes me sad...not what it means...