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Kimstar18 
Damien suddenly felt cornered with Isobel's question. A simple question that could be given a simple answer, and yet here the poor boy sat; feeling overwhelmed. Lockhart, in his friendly way, accused Damien of having feelings for Isobel that ran deeper than friendship. But how could he know that, when it's been said time and time again that the two of them are just friends? Isobel was Damien's best friend, and he wouldn't know what to do without her.
Looking down at his feet, the Hufflepuff boy inhaled deeply, holding that breath for a few seconds before releasing it slowly. "You're my best friend, Isobel" he said glancing up at her. "And I know I've never told you that -- but you are. I should've told you many times before but I never did -- and I'm sorry if I've ever hurt your feelings because of that."
He held her gaze for a moment before looking out to the horizon again. "Why was I so cold to you before?" he repeated, stalling to buy himself time as well. "I'm not sure that I can give you an answer to that question," he added shaking his head, then looking to her once more. "I've -- never had friends before. Never had anyone whom I thought I could trust, and as a result -- I'm sorta socially innept, if you will," he added with a sheepish grin. "You, above all people know that about me. I'm rarely conversational, I'm not active in anything and you usually find me sitting alone --" Now he was getting off track. He shook his head slightly to rearrange his thoughts before continuing.
"I've never really depended on anyone either," he added. "Never needed anyone to talk to, or to help me. But after that stupid fight -- and realizing how important friendships are to me -- makes me realize that I need to have you as a part of my life, Isobel. I need you as my best friend. The person I trust the most and confide in --"
Damien's eyes never left hers. He felt drained all of a sudden. Emotionally drained, but he didn't want to stop talking with her. Never wanted to stop staring into those amazing blue eyes. He wished they could stay in the Ferris Wheel basket holding hands for all eternity.
Isobel knew he was going to say that, and she surprised at how disappointed she was when he did. They were friends, that was all there was to it. She surprised herself how much she wished he would have said something different. She didn't want to be just friends. Why couldn't he understand that?
Because she had never said any different. Even last year, when he had asked what he was to her, she had said Friends. Best Friends. She hadn't said any more, so he had no reason to think she would want them to be more. She was afraid he wouldn't want there to be more, and she did not want to ruin their friendship. He was her best friend, for the time being at least.
"If I was your best friend, then why would you care if I kissed someone?" She hoped he would say it was because
he wanted there to be more, but she highly doubted that. He had never said, or hinted, that he might want anything more than friendship.
"Damien, you are my best friend, you know that right? I like to think that I can confide everything in you, and...there is something I want to get off my chest but..." she trailed off.
"I don't know," she whispered. She would really be taking a chance, and she was so conflicted. She could not break his gaze; he had captured her with his eyes.