She Will Be Mine
Disclaimer: I don't own the HP universe, or Hermione or pretty much anything you recognize. But I do own Kit Randall, the plot, and everything else that you're not familiar with.
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I don't know why I'm so upset, more like heartbroken if I admit it to myself. But that would suggest that I liked her more than I acted like I did. I don't even know why I'm tripping out so much. I get tons of offers from both guys and girls who would love for a chance to go out with me, but I already know my heart belongs to her. And that scares me. I've been burned before in the past, and I wasn't ready to try this love thing again. But she's amazing, sweet and caring, beautiful and smart, everything I want in a girl. I want her. But I can't have her. And that's not acceptable. Because a sweet angel like her should be with someone that will treat her right, treat her with respect. Not that little Weasley boy, he's just a boy not even a man. I can treat her so much better than he can.
I watch her as I sit at the Head Table. There she, laughing and talking while she sips her soup; Hermione fucking Granger, the witch that ensnared her lovely essence in my heart. I feel a surge of anger as I watch the red headed menace lean down and kiss her cheek. My blood boils and I feel the heat creeping up my neck. I'll kill him. There is no one that I hate worst than him. I will murder his fucking ass, and then she will be mine. I waited too long, laughing and conversing with her; instead of letting her know how I felt. She'd flirted back, letting me know that I was correct about her crushing on me. But it was risky, she was just a student and I was her teacher.
But for that little minx, I'd risk everything. Imagine the things, I could do to her. I could take her to the ends of the Earth and back. There's nothing more than I'd rather do than -
Minerva places a hand on my forearm and I jump as she pulls me out of my thoughts.
"Is everything alright, Kit? You seem to be a little agitated, and are attracting unwanted attention to the table." She says, with a gentle smile on her face. All she fucking wants to do is meddle, and offer her elderly so she can annoy the fuck out of me. Groaning inwardly, I plaster a carefree smile on my face.
"I'm fine Minerva, really. I was just lost in my thoughts, I apologize." I somehow manage to grit through my teeth. She nods, before patting my arm softly and turning to engage in a conversation with Pomona, now that's one fat bitch who should take a fucking tumble down the fucking stairs. I literally cannot stand her, always rambling about plants and shit. Like you big ass marshmallow, no one gives a flying fuck about have the shit you have to say. The stupid cunt, I should add her to my list.
Snape leans towards me and I internally frown. Snape is one annoying sack of bones, just because you avoided death once does not mean you are the shit. I have avoided death like you avoid the plague.
"Miss Randall, I couldn't help but notice that you were maliciously glaring at a student-not just any student, a member of the Golden Trio. May I know the reason why?" He asked, with that retarded drawl. Like who the fuck does he think he is, adding a drawl to his fucking words, like he's from the country.
"Fuck off, you titty." I tell him, wiping my lips with my napkin before throwing it down and storming out of the Great Hall.
I breezed down the empty corridors, seeking the comfort of my rooms. If I would've just had Hermione everything would've worked out perfectly.
She will be mine.
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