It was night, and I layin the Head Boy room's large king sized bed. I made no effort to sleep, seeing as sleeping would end my blissful thoughts. I sighed, sitting up and going to the bathroom.

I stared at my reflection in the mirror. Dark circles rimmed my eyes from the sleepless nights that was focused around one blissful thought. Truely, I felt that the thoughts were not just blissful, but heartbreaking as well.

Hermione Granger. Her name rang inside my head. It caused me happiness and pain at the same time. Happiness knowing that it was great to have love in mylife. Truly, Ihad had a crush on her for the past seven years. It eventually drifted meinto
the realm of love and all that.

It caused me pain to know that she would never love me back.

I was a pathetic, cruel monster. I had watched my Aunt Bellatrix torture her for what seemed like eternity. I heard her screaming while I was lying awake at night, and every scream pierced through my body like shards of broken glass.

I went back to bed, listening to my own thoughts and the insults that I bore upon myself.

I opened one eye, then the other. Sunlight streamed through the window of my dorm. I got up and got dressed. I headed downstairs to breakfast.

I sat down at the Slytherin table.

"Still no sleep?"

I looked at Blaise Zabini, who was shoveling scrambled eggs into his mouth.

"None at all," I replied, picking up my fork and stabbing my bacon rather violently.

"If you don't tell her, you'll never have a chance, you know," he said.

I didn't respond.

"I heard that Weasel cheated on her with Lavender Brown. I didn't expect it, though. You should go and tell her."

"Blaise, I'm not the person I was. I'm just-"

"An empty shell of it, I know," he said, abruptly cutting me off.

I looked at the bacon that had ended up on my fork. Deciding to put my fork down, I said, "Well, did you get any luck at all from trying to get Luna Lovegood to know that you existed?"

"None at all," he replied nonchalantly, eating his bacon with much distaste. "I'm as bad as you are when it comes to showing feelings to the people we like."

"Love," I muttered, correcting him.

Blaise didn't hear me. He finished his breakfast and frowned at my almost untouched plate.

"Do you want that?" he asked.

I took a glance at the useless blobs on my plate. I had no appetite. "Help yourself."

Blaise took my entire plate and finished my breakfast twice as fast as the time taken to finish his own.

"Class," he said.

"Right," I said, and headed off to class with Blaise hot at my heels.

I spotted a familiar bushy haired girl ahead of me. I stopped.

"What's up, mate?" Blaise asked with concern.

"Granger," I replied.

"Lovegood too," he said.

I waved my hand in his face before he could let a drop of saliva dribble onto his green robe.

"Oh stop it, Zabini!" I snapped.

He offered at distracted giggle in response to my words.

"Class," I grumbled, and lead him off with me like a little child.

Was that good? I hope you guys liked that. It's short, I know, but I'll make longer chapters in the future.

Wish me luck in writing unless you have no interest in reading.

-Melanie