Why does this have to be so hard? Because it's life, I guess. Life is never easy. I can't make something happen by just wanting it to happen. I can't make myself happy by just sitting here. I know that. I also know what I need to do to make myself happy. I need her.
I see her everyday. Ever single fucking day I see her walk through the halls and wave at me. She smiles and says "Hi" in that wonderful voice of hers. She is by no means the most beautiful girl in Hogwarts, if you go by the ridiculous standards set by today's society, but she is beautiful in my eyes. No. She is an absolute goddess in my eyes.
It started out as a confusing crush, moved on to simple animalistic lust, then to love. Yes, love. Complete with the "worshipping the very ground she walks on" and the "starry-anime-eyes every time she smiles at me" bits. It has now moved on to a combination of lust and love. I crave her body under mine, writhing, whimpering, and screaming my name, but I also crave sweet kisses and memorable hugs, thoughtful presents and loving terms of endearment too.
This forbidden love has been eating away at my soul for two years now. She is single, but she is as straight as an arrow. She wouldn't want to commit anyway. Why would a thriving sixteen year old goddess want to give up the life she lives? She has a new conquest every week or so.
No…I will never see her body under mine, gloriously bare and panting my name. I will never see that same bare body above mine returning the favors I would give her. I will never get the seductive smile she saves for her next beau. She will never give me a present that represents the love she will never have for me. I will never hear those three wondrous words drift from her lovely mouth.
No…
There is absolutely no way that Ginny Weasley could love me…Hermione Granger.
All characters belong to JK Rowling.
I wrote this because I am emotionally drained, and it probably is shite, but I really don't care right now.