A/N: Idea came from a song - Somebody Else's Arms by Armor For Sleep - but it's not really a songfic. It's just kind of about the general idea of the song.
Disclaimer: I don't own any thing, one or place you recognize from Harry Potter.
I can't believe it. I don't want to believe it. Merlin! I thought she'd come back to me! It would figure he's got her now. Harry gets everything really. Why wouldn't he get the greatest girl I've ever met too? Harry's famous, the hero, school's Quidditch star; he's meant to have the perfect girl too. Why couldn't he find his bloody own perfect girl though? Why did he have to take mine? I think back in my mind to my favorite memory I had with her.
Flashback
"Come on love," Seamus said to her, "just admit you've got a monster crush on me. We all know you're just using Dean to be close to me."
"Oh how did you ever figure me out?" she asked in mock distress.
"It was quite obvious love," he grinned before pulling her to him and pretending to snog her.
"Alright! Alright!" she laughed, motioning for him to release her. "My monster crush is only on one person."
"Good, so you can break the news to Dean."
"You're right Seamus, I probably should break the news to him." She turned to me then and pouted. "Dean. I need to tell you. My heart only belongs to one person." In the background I could hear Seamus laughing.
"And who's that Gin?" I asked with a little smile.
"I'm not too sure if you know him."
"Try me."
"Well, he's this tall bloke. And he's just the sweetest boy ever. He draws me pictures and writes me little notes."
"Hmm, he does sound sweet."
"Oh he is. And he's dead attractive! Tall, dark and handsome would be an understatement when describing him."
"I'm not sure if I know this bloke, maybe you need to describe him a bit more," I suggested, loving the compliments.
"Or maybe I can just go snog him and then you'll figure it out?" she suggested with a wicked grin.
"Alright," I sighed, "let's get this over with then. Who this mystery boy you're going to snog?"
"You," she smiled before pushing me back in the armchair I was sitting in and proceeding to snog me senseless.
End Flashback
She'd be having good memories with him now while I'd be having them with no one. I'd never get my second chance now. I could beg and plead with her to come back to me. I could be on my knees, pleading like a dying man asking for his life to be spared, but she'd say no. She has him now. She has Harry.
I'm sitting down the table from them now, idly pushing my eggs around my plate. I'm ignoring the conversations around me, instead discreetly watching them, watching her. She looks so happy now, beaming really. I used to make her that happy. I used to be the one she would talk merrily with, share toast with, sit with. Not any more though.
I hope Harry takes care of her. I know she'll never want to let go of him. So I hope he gives her a good life. A good family. A good house. A good marriage. At least she's happy now. Even if it's in somebody else's arms. I'll just have to live with it.
A/N: It's short, but I can't be on the computer long and wanted to post something, anything, I could. I can't wait to have my laptop back and work on my long stories and oneshots!
