A/N: I honestly don't know what drove me to write this. Maybe it was the long, boring hours of civics class...anyway this is my second fanfic. R&R! :)
Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own Harry Potter, but a girl can dream.
Breathless
Inhale.
I see you, Granger.
You're sitting there by the lake.
Studying, as per usual.
And now you're laughing.
At something that good-for-nothing Weasel said, no less.
Tell me, Granger. What do you see in him?
What does he possess, that I don't?
You are much too good for him.
Don't you realize that?
And can't you see either that I've changed?
I love you, Granger.
It started out as a simple crush, ever since third year.
That was a damn good punch, Granger.
You had that untameable mass of a hair, and those godforsaken beaver teeth.
But for some reason, they appealed to me.
Now as I watch you, you're downright beautiful. Inside and out.
I wish I had the courage to tell you this earlier.
(I guess I'll never make as a Gryffindor)
But I suppose it's too late now, isn't it?
You're happy with Weaselbee.
Should have seen it coming, huh?
And as hard as it is for me, I accept that.
If he ever tries to walk all over you, I'll personally make sure to beat the living crap outta him.
Just make sure he treats you well, will you?
Thanks.
Exhale.
So how was it? Good? Bad?
I'm thinking of maybe making this a two-shot. With the next chapter as something from Hermione's pov?
Yeahh, look at that sexy button down there. You know you wanna click it...