He was never the sort to get into a relationship. We knew this. We dealt with this. After all, even if he never seemed to notice us around school, for that second where he flashed his legendary smile, our hearts would melt and we could pretend that things were different.
He was never the sort to get into as relationship. We knew this. We coped with this. After all, even if we weren't deemed good enough to sit with him, walk with him, talk with him, for that brief instant we were his.
He was never the sort to get into a relationship. We knew this. We could handle this. After all, even if he ignored us as the day went by, in that short minute where he kissed us with practised perfection, our hearts would lie and tell us this was the real thing.
He was never the sort to get into a relationship. We knew this. We were fine with this. After all, even if our names would never be linked together, for that small moment we got to be with him.
He was never the sort to get into a relationship. We knew this. We accepted this. After all, even if he walked through the doors of the great hall and headed towards a girl at the Gryffindor table, it was for that tiny breath in time that he was hers.
We all knew this was how it went. We all got our turn for that one glorious second before he had moved on.
Any moment now, her turn would be over.
Any moment....
As he lights up with an honest grin of delight, as he sits down next to her and starts to talk, as he kisses her with a fire, a passion, that no-one at Hogwarts had ever seen him show, as he fastens a necklace with their initials around her neck, throughout the hall, a hundred hearts break.
He was never the sort to get into a relationship. We knew this. We hated this. After all, even if we got to have that that second, that brief instant, that short minute, that small moment, that tiny breath in time...he was always hers.
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