A/N I don't own Harry Potter or any of its characters

He was with her and I could do nothing about it. I had hoped he would notice me one day but some things just don't work out the way you want them to. I contemplated many times about my feelings for him; I guess I was just too late to figure them out. How stupid could I be? I was supposed to be the smartest witch of my age but I couldn't figure out the obvious. I could slap myself right now for my stupidity and I could cry an ocean of tears; as cliché as that sounds ; for my broken heart. I couldn't blame him though she was pretty with her red hair and chocolate brown eyes. She was perfect for him; she liked Quittadche and she had been possessed by Voldomort. That was something I couldn't even imagine and something that I couldn't talk to him about because I just wouldn't know what to say. As I looked into my dormitory mirror seeing my red blotchy eyes ,and my messy brown hair I promised that I would put his happiness before mine. He deserved it; Merlin he deserved it after what he's be through. I wiped the last of my tears with a tissue and promised myself that no matter what I would always stand there beside him; Voldomort be damned. I would protect him and if that meant standing in front of him and taking the killing curse; I would. I looked at a picture of us, and promised that no matter who he chose, or how he chose to live his life; I would stand back and smile the whole time; even though it would break my heart as it was breaking it now. I made my way down to the common room and smiled a little smile; he was playing chess with Ron and he looked up and smiled, and then frowned.

" Mione what's wrong?'' I stopped and thought about the promises that I had made to myself and then answered,

" Nothing.'' that one word sounded so fake to me.