Broken Hearted
Title: Broken Hearted
Author: justjusty
Disclaimer: Characters are not mine. I'm just borrowing them. Owned by JKR/ WB. You know the drill.
Rating: PG
Pairing: past G/H, hints of H/Hr,

Here I am sitting alone with Harry in our own compartment on the Hogwarts Express. I would normally be overjoyed, but this year is different. It is silent. The silence is awkward; the pain in my heart is fierce. But I continue to sit, sit beside Harry, in the over powering awkward silence. No conversation.

Sitting beside him, I can't help but watch him, the man I love. I can't help but wonder what is on his mind. We sit side by side for what seems like an eternity. He doesn't notice that I am watching him. Staring. Thinking of him.

The sound of the compartment door opening causes both Harry and I to jump. It's only Hermione and Ron. The supposed "happy, fun loving, bickering couple," I know better. I try to hide my angry, bitter expression as my gaze wanders back over to Harry's face. He has that look. That look, I hate that look he gives her. The look of total caring, loyalty and understanding, of love… Hermione always returns that look back at him. Harry never looked at me like that.

I hear Hermione ask me if anything is wrong. I want to shake her, to scream at her to stop looking at him the way she does. I gather my voice, it's shaky. I say "I'm… I'm fine."

She doesn't believe me. I can see it in her eyes. I turn my head briskly away from her and gaze at the peeling paint on the wall, as though it were something interesting.

I hear only silence, but I see that Harry, Hermione and Ron are speaking, laughing having fun. But to me all I hear is silence. Like a curse was put on me, I choose not to listen to them or to join in. I suddenly feel Ron's eyes upon me. I look over. Hermione and Ron look concerned. Harry avoids my eyes. I hate how he avoids my eyes. He didn't avoid my eyes when we were a strong couple, just last year. Well at least I thought it was strong. I remember the feeling of his lips pressed against mine. The firm grip of his strong arms holding me. I wasn't expecting any of this last year. The next months were absolute bliss. Then the break up happened, at first I thought he was being noble when he broke it off with me. But then I noticed the looks, the looks he and Hermione share. I realized that he ended it with me because he wanted her…

My thoughts are interrupted by a knock on the compartment door. I hear my brother mention something about being hungry. I hardly hear him, I'm not hungry. I watch as the lady with the trolley enters. I watch as Harry and Hermione both select Pumpkin pie, Ron chooses Pumpkin pasties. I hear Harry's strong, masculine voice he ask me if I'd like anything. My heart skips at the sound of his voice, but it easily sinks when I notice his avoiding eyes. I want to answer the only thing I want is you. But instead I merely say "No thanks." Harry shrugs his broad shoulders.

I direct my view out the window, off in the distance a see muggle children playing in a sprinkler. The sidewalk is speckled with small wet patches. The wet patches remind me of tears. I shed many tears over the summer. I was careful not to let anyone see. I usually cried alone in my bed.

Life, it is so unfair, my world was filled with nothing but happiness, then the cruelest of fate happened. I had the love of my life, but it was taken away in under a year. So many years, I had loved him. It's all over.

I hear the sound of the trains whistle. I look up, Harry, Hermione, Ron are changed into school robes. It won't be long now. I'll be at Hogwarts soon. Where memories will stab at me like a thousand stabbing knives. I am strong. I won't let it get me down. I will try to move on. I just wish he loved me the way he loves her...the way I love him.

The end