A/N: The sequel to Three. You could read this on it's own but I'd recommend reading that one as well. For Redbull07 was asked for a happier sequel. You may be a little miffed with me.
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Two
Two. A number I despise because it means so many things. Two lovers cuddled by the fire that aren't me and you. Two girls I've seen you with, hanging off your arm, thinking you love them. Two words that broke my heart. Two years since I learnt how much love really could hurt. Two years of loving you despite all the pain you caused me.
"Go away."
The simplicity and finality of your words cut me so deep. As if you didn't feel what I felt. What I still feel. It was worse than saying you hate me. I've heard that before. I can deal with that. Hate is just another form of passion. Why did you ask me to go away, acting as though you feel nothing for me?
But I know you feel the same way as me. I can see it in your eyes. Why did you lie? Why did you shatter me in two and leave me empty and cold? Why?
And those girls! You flaunted them in front of everyone, showing the whole world that you were straight and strong and who they wanted you to be. It nearly killed me that time I saw a picture of you and Weaslette on the front of the Prophet. I burnt every copy I could find.
Twice I tried to talk to you after you rejected me. Twice you shot me down in flames with a simple look, telling me with your eyes to stay away, that you didn't want me near. Why?
I never found out, and after two years I doubt I ever will. Two whole years Potter! Why did you do this to me? To us?
Because I can see you're breaking too. You never hold those girls, do you? You've never meant the words 'I love you'. You don't want the life you're living, so why not give in and come find me? Make up for all the twos.
Two girls whose hearts you broken. Two wasted years of my life. Of yours too. Two lives almost down the drain.
Two has an awful symmetry. One for you and one for me.
And I've decided that it was over. No more pining. No more hoping. Just me moving on, getting over you. I promised myself not to waste another two years of my life.
But you had to go wreck it, didn't you? You had to put that stupid note through my door, didn't you? Had to write those two stupid words.
Just go away, Harry. And take your stupid words with you. Don't take away more of my life.
Erase those lying words you wrote.
Even if they are the truth, they mean nothing.
How could you be so thick as to write 'Forever yours'?
You were never mine Potter! You made sure of that. Just keep yourself and your pretty words away from me.
They're two I never want to hear again.
OOOOOO
A/N: I'm sorry. Angst has taken me over. Review?
Sequel – 'One' – coming soon. Hopefully.