Dear Diary,
So, I think I sort of kind of miss him. I really hate to say this but I do. I miss the way his eyes spark with blue when he's angry, or how safe and protected I felt in his arms while hugging him. How he didn't care how bad my breath was in the morning. And I feel like I unfortunately won't be the same.
He was mine. Until she came along.
Riley "slut turned model" Sharpe. The current object of my hate. From the States.
She was a wizard, of course. But from California. With all those dumb blondes(no offense). Draco met her during a photo shoot for Abercrombie, a muggle clothing brand. It was one of their many shoots that involved very skimpy clothing and tons of touching.
He was mine. Until she came along.
Around her, I always felt like I couldn't compare or be compared. She was 5,9 , I was 5'4. She was 125, I was 135. She wore a size 2 and had size 8 feet, much unlike me, where I was a size 6 and 7.5. She tanned perfectly while I burned instantly. And it just went on and on.
He was mine, until she came along.
I never noticed it before, until he started acting different one day, his eyes seemed to always be cold to me after that one photo shoot. I accompanied him there on several occasions, and I never saw her flirting with Draco behind the scenes. Or her suggestive winks, or any of that. Or I never paid much attention to it, anyways.
Merlin, how stupid could I possibly be?
I guess I never saw it coming. I always thought he was mine. And I was his.
But I am Hermione Granger, brightest witch of my age. I won't let one man get me down. I'll try not to, anyways.
As much as I hate to say it, I think I sort of kind of miss him.
