A/N – I know its short but hey, enjoy it anyway (that rhymed:)) So anyway, this is for the 'Your favourite character comp' on HPFC. Please R&R .
Disclaimer: I may be Scottish, but I'm not JKR, sorry to disappoint.
Second Best
Your thirteen years old when you realise you love her. You love her and nobody even notices, you suppose that's because you're not acting any differently, after all you always blush (curse of the Weasley's) and you've never been outgoing. Definitely not the typical Gryffindor, you're still wondering exactly what the hat saw in your head that made it yell out its verdict in little over five seconds. She's your best friend and that's supposed to work, isn't it? Friends always fall for each other on screen or in songs, kissing in the rain, or the sun, or the snow and walking off into the sunset together. A happily ever after.
That did happen. You just weren't the one she picked, because why would she? Nicholas is a great guy, your other best friend and you can't hate him. He's too nice, he makes her too happy and you can't begrudge her that, can you? She's happy, he's happy and you're just a little tiny bit happy too, honest to god, you are.
She asks you to walk her down the aisle and what else were you going to say? She's a vision in white, long dark hair swept of her face, dress trailing along the ground. Smiling brilliantly at everyone she can see. She kisses your cheek as you hand her over to her groom, Nicholas gives you a nervous wink and you move over to stand on his left side, bearing witness to the 'I do's' that crush any last remaining spark of hope you still had. You make your speech as the night draws to a close, the dark nights sky occasionally lighting up with a stray Weasley's Whizzbanger. You tell the gathered audience just how perfect the couple are together and how you wish them the best in the future. You mean every word, every syllable, because you don't think you could bear to see her get hurt.
They have two gorgeous, amazing kids who call you their Uncle Louis and constantly beg you to come round and play dragons with them. You always do, taking weeks off in there summer holidays and spending more time with them than you do your actual nieces and nephews. You can't help it, it's almost a conciliation prize, the bittersweet way in which you lost the love of your life and gained a family. Then again, at the end of the day, when it's time for the kids to go to bed and you've shared the customary half bottle of wine with your best friends, it's you that's leaving and apparating back to your flat, reminding you that no matter what, you're always going to be second best.