' Lavender Brown, she's everything I'm not ' Hermione knew that, even if it killed her inside.
She is the prom queen I'm in the marching band
She is a cheerleader I'm sitting in the stands
She gets the top bunk I'm sleeping on the floor
She's Miss America and I'm just the girl next door
Ron kissed her cheek and gave her a small smile before going to Lavender, whispering something in her ear that made them both laugh like crasy.
I get a little bit, she gets a little more.
Hermione walked a little closer to them, trying to overhear their conversation and what she heard, made her heart brake.
" You look so beautiful Lav-Lav, bloody beautiful " Lavender just giggled and put a hand to his cheek. " You're so sweet, my little Ronny-Ponny "
Tell myself, that inside she's ugly.
Suddenly a bunch of 6th year girls walked pass Hermione, making their way to Lavender who hugged them one by one. " Oh Miala, is that a new purse ? It's so cute! "
Everybody loves her, but I just wanna hit her.
She had done anything to be Lavender right now. Ron would laugh with her, kiss her, smile at her, holding her hand, love her. But Ron just saw her as a friend, a bloody friend.
I spend all my time wishing that I was someone else.
She would never be like Lavender, even how much she wanted to. She watched how Ron pulled Lavender in for a hug, kissing her forehead. Lavender smiled sweetly at him. Hermione felt the tears form in her eyes.
I don't know why I'm feeling sorry for myself.
Hermione felt how tears made their way down her cheeks, she was loosing Ron and she couldn't do anything about it. She walked out from the party and sat down on a bench outside.
She's Miss America and I'm just the girl next door.