Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns Harry Potter, not me.
I was in a mood for something sad for a change. Reviews are appreciated beyong your imagination.
Izzy
I did
I see her raising her hand in class. That hand, which always shoots into the air, when she knows the right answer. I used to hold that hand and I promised to never let it go.
I did.
I see her laughing with Potty and Weasel. Those soft lips, that used to smile whenever they touched mine. I used to kiss those lips and I promised I´ll never do anything to make that smile disappear.
I did.
I see her beautiful milk-chocolate eyes. They sometimes study me at dinner, asking the only question she doesn´t know how to answer: "Why?" They sparkle with sorrow and pain, before they stop looking at me. I used to look into those eyes and I promised I´ll never cause them so much emptiness.
I did.
I see her studying alone in library. I try not to spy on her, but I can´t stop. I´m addicted to watch and admire her from the far. I used to study with her and say she´ll never be alone. I promised I´ll never leave her.
I did.
I lie on my bed. I hear Blaise snoring on the other bed, but I can´t fall asleep. During day, I see her. During night, I see her. Her face haunts me in the sunlight and in my dreams. I remember how I used to say I´ll never hurt her.
I did.
One single tear escapes from my eye. I change the position and try to rest. I never thought a day like this would come. I never thought that one day, I´ll miss Hermione Granger so much.
And yet...
I did.
