I used to change myself a lot; but she never noticed me. I actually fixed up myself one morning to see if she'd see difference. All she said was "I like your shirt Harry." Still looking at Him. I hated Him. What's so great about Him anyway? I could always say she wanted Him for the money if I didn't know what a kind and selfless person she was. Ron is clueless to the way I feel about her. I tried to flirt with her and let her know how I feel without actually saying it. (She knows how crappy I am with feelings and stuff.) Whenever I tried though she always seem to think I was feeling a little friendly that day. I tried to tell her how I felt...
(Flashback)
We were in the common room before breakfast. Hermonie and I were always up before the others but this time I had something important to say.
Harry cleared his throat and pulled at his collar, a nervous habit he'd developed over the years. Hermonie looked up at her friend curiously.
"Hermonie we've been friends for a long and nothing could ever come between us right?"
"Yes, of course...nothing's wrong is it?"
"Everything's fine. I just have something to say and I don't want it to come between our friendship."
"Wait! Before you, um start I sorta have a confession to make. I fancy Malfoy..."
Harry stayed silent during her revelation and stayed silent afterward. This is exactly what he didn't want to hear, and refused to admit to himself. She did like Him. And she was still talking nervously.
"Please don't be mad Harry, he can be really sweet if you get to know him, then again I don't really know him, but who really knows him? I don't and if I did I'm sure he'd be sorry for being such a total ass to us and-"
"'Moine," she scrunched up her face at the name "I'm not mad, you can fancy whoever you like. Hell, you could go for Snape for all I care! As long as he treats you right and makes you happy; 'cause I'll kill his pureblood ass if he ever even thinks of breaking your heart."
Wearing a large grin she jumped her firend with a big hug and thanked him.
(End Flashback)
But I still remember. Isn't it funny how when you really fancy someone you can't help but remember all the good reasons why you liked them in the first place? Like I can't help but notice how her smile lights up a room. Or how she twirls her hair when she reads a good book. She talks fast when she's nervous or unsure. I guess I still like her, or I'm attracted to her at least. But Malfoy'd kick my ass if he knew. He's more protective of her than Ron and I are. I never got the chance to convinch her she was right for me. Which I'm almost sure she is. But if she's happy I can suck it up. But first I need someone to fix my tie. A best man has to look good you know.