A/N: I admit... I am completely in love with this pairing. Go ahead, shoot me if you wish.
Warning: Mention of love for a sibling.
Disclaimer: Dude. I am no British genius with a quill. (Who infuriates me with Pottermore. HUFF. )
She sits next to me on the couch in the Gryffindor common room, reading the Daily Prophet. Harry is struggling with his homework over in one of the armchairs, which Hermione is assisting him with. I turn my gaze to the fiery redhead beside me.
No.
This wrong.
Ron, she's your baby sister! This is what my head screams at me, every time I think of her. I have long known my feelings, and have pushed them down.. and they get stronger, each passing day.
She's beautiful, and radiant. She just screams energy, love.
But she can never be mine. She can never know of my love, and absolute devotion.
It would destroy me.
I..I would be shunned, exiled.
I don't want that.
I want to be close to her... I want only her too see what lies in my eyes.
Only. her.
That musn't happen.
She will hate me.
She loves him.
The one struggling with his homework.
She watches him with longingly behind that paper.
And I want to scream at him. Scream at him to give my sister's heart back. Give it to me. Then she would love me.
No. I must stop talking like this...
I just want her.