I swear to God, ever since this damn soulmate thing my sexual desires when it comes to one Neville Longbottom have gotten worse. As if dreaming about him nearly every night wasn't bad enough, now I'm wanking like a damn teenager most of the time. If he doesn't snog me or ask me to be his girlfriend soon I may sexually attack him and it will be all his fault.
And is it possible to suddenly love someone more?
I want to sort out all of these feelings already. We're having dinner tomorrow and hopefully we figure something out. It's about bloody time, no matter how it goes.