Whispers In The Dark
For a long time, I held on to foolish hopes. Held on to dreams that would never be fulfilled, if only to illuminate my life's road with their soft glimmer.
But foolish hopes and dreams have a way of fading away, only to be replaced by glaring reality that often leaves the viewer wishing they could go back to their innocent years, when they still believed in fairy tales.
I can hear them, talking. Their voices echo through the hallway and into the door that someone left ajar.
There's Ron, ranting on about the Slytherins and ways to get Malfoy expelled, touching slightly on his unfinished Divination homework.
Now Hermione snorts, lectures on how foolish Divination is and lauds the wonderfulness of Arithmancy while scolding Ron for not doing his homework properly. The same as always.
Then I hear a laugh, and an admonition to lighten up and look at the entire Divination fiasco in perspective and compare the homework with Professor Trelawny's questionable methods.
I close my eyes, my heart aching as I listen to his voice. No longer the uncertain boy I first saw that day at King's Cross, bidding good-bye to my brothers. Now he was confident, friendly, the lucky owner of several girl's hearts due to his celebrity status, which he almost seems to dislike. Not quite a boy, not quite a man.
It's been five years since I first saw him. In all that time I have felt my heart shatter more than once as he overlooked me again, in favor of his friends, of other girls.
But no matter how much I try, I cannot free my heart from his unwitting grasp.
They are putting their homework away now. I hear Hermione come up the stairs, the sound of a door closing as she enters her own dormitory room.
All is quiet. Now I am left alone with my thoughts, my dreams of a man-child that is always there, but always out of reach. Always dancing just out of my grasp.
And I realize that it's going to be a very long night.