Waiting in Silence
Disclaimer: Psht! If I owned Hermione Granger and the mystery man, would I be writing here? No WAY!!!! No offense or anything Lurrrrrv, masterp0494
As I walk into the crowd, I spot him. He's standing by the refreshments table, leaning up against it, looking calm and collected, not caring what other people think of him. I've always loved that about him.
In fact, I've always loved everything about him. I've always loved how he can seem cruel and uncaring one moment to sensitive and overprotective, how he can make so many sarcastic comments in less than ten minutes and the make a joke that'll have you laughing for twenty. I've loved how he seems to know everything, and that every time you ask him something, he always has the answer. In short, I guess you can just say that I just plain love him.
But he doesn't love me. I realized that a long time ago, when he pretty much told me that he didn't care about me at all, much less for me. He had saved my life, and I tried to thank him but in return, all I got was a, "I do it for everyone, even you Miss Granger. Do not believe that it is because I care for you personally."
Ever since then, I have been watching him, admiring, and trying to see if he would crack like a normal person. He never has.
And for all I know, he never will. But I will keep trying. For now, I shall wait in silence.