Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter, I wouldn't be writing fan fiction, now would I?
A/N This is my first fan fiction ever, so I'm sorry if its awful.
He knew he'd already lost her. A blind man couldn't miss the way that Weasley boy looked at her. And, whether she realized it or not, the way she looked at him. But he'd hoped, maybe he'd still have another chance before it was too late. How he wished he could find the same courage he somehow found when he asked her to the Yule Ball, when he first told her she was beautiful, when they shared their first kiss. He wished he could find the courage to tell her that he loved her.
He almost did once. It was after Bill and Fleur's wedding. He and Hermione had just sat down from a dance, and were talking about this and that, catching up on everything that had happened since last exchanged letters. She had been saying something about her parents, and he had been trying his best to listen, he really had, but it was just so difficult. He kept being distracted by her eyes. She had the most beautiful eyes. They were honey-colored with little flecks of gold throughout, framed with thick black lashes, and every time he managed to pry his own eyes away from them, he would slip up and fall right back into them.
He soon gave up trying to pay attention, and allowed himself to get lost in her mesmerizing gaze. He realized she had stopped speaking and was waiting for him to say something. She had looked so cute, staring at him expectantly, with her lips pursed and her eyebrows slightly raised. And suddenly he had to tell her. If he didn't that Weasley boy would, and then he would lose her forever. She was still staring at him expectantly, and he was steeling himself to confess his feelings for her, when that blasted patronus appeared. Everyone stopped to listen as it delivered the terrible news, and in the shock of things, all thoughts of Hermione were momentarily pushed from his mind. When he turned back, she was gone, lost in the chaos as everyone scrambled to get anywhere but there. He had lost his last chance with the girl he loved.
And so as he stood there, staring at the inside of a wedding invitation, he felt no anger or jealousy toward the Weasley boy – whom, he noted, was not much of a boy any longer – just the dull pain he had nursed for the past six years or so, of knowing he had let the only girl he had ever loved slip through his fingers. Maybe one day he could bring himself to be happy for them. He knew he would have to. If he truly loved her, her happiness should be all that mattered. He knew he would have to move on. They were not meant to be together. But no matter what the future brought, he would continue to love her. Always.
A/N ...Well, that's it. It's rather short isn't it? Please review, so I can know whether or not I suck at this, so if I do I can stop torturing innocent fan fiction readers with my terrible writing. Thanks for trying my story! Love you guys, and God bless you! ...dang it, I can't find the little squiggly thing...ah, there it is! ~ Cj