It was always Harry.
I wasn't as daft as Ginny thought. I saw the way she looked at him sometimes, like anything he did made her smile. Not smile the way she did with me, a hint of a smirk and ever-playful…No.
The smiles she had when she watched him were, well, almost like she didn't even know what she was doing. It pulled the corners of her mouth up and it made her whole face light up like a kid on Christmas morning. It was her eyes, though, that made the difference, I never knew her eyes could be so… revealing They looked almost warm when she saw Harry laugh at something Ron said, or if he ran his hands through his hair. They may have lit up when she got angry with him, but they never really lost the edge of… something.
As much as it hurt to see her look at him like that, I couldn't bring myself to be mad. Not even at Harry. They had found something more that just stolen kisses and hand holding in the halls. They had found something that was stronger, and would last longer than any fling I would, or could, ever have with her.
Even though I knew all this, I still couldn't bring myself to leave her. I wanted that. I wanted the way she looked at him. And maybe if I stayed with her long enough, she would look at me like that.
But then, I looked over at Harry while Ginny walked upstairs. And I saw him looking at her the same way. His eyes lighting up, the smile that was one of a kind, and I knew. She would never look at me like that. I wondered if I ever looked at her like that, and maybe I didn't know, because they didn't. But I didn't love her, not like he did, so why would I give her that look, and why would I deserve it back?
I tried to feel jealous, but I knew that I couldn't stop it. And hopefully, within time, it would be my turn to get that look. If not from Ginny, then from someone else. Someone who I could give it back to, along with my own heart.
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