Disclaimer: I've been trying for years to trade JKR my most worldly possessions (a yellow Crayon, a bubble gum wrapper, and a dime) but she still wont give me the rights to Harry Potter!
A/N: Here's another one shot. Not too long. But there you go.
A Foolish Love
And just like that, you weren't mine anymore. Just like that you were her's. And I hate her for that, but I hate you for it even more.
She's beautiful, and I know you know that. She's funny, and I know you know that. She likes you, and I know you know that. It's killing me, but you can't possibly know that. Can you?
I can see the two of you from across the room and I wish I couldn't. I can't help but let my eyes find the two of you whenever I walk into the common room Just the sight of you and her make that lump in my throat rise up a little higher. A little harder to swallow.
It's the constant reminder that she is yours that seems to make my insides twist and knot up. It's the way she lights up when she sees you that makes me burn. But most of all, it's the way you hold her which makes me ache.
We're in the common room and Harry's sitting next to me but I don't pay much attention to him, I'm too busy trying to send her my evil thoughts as the two of you sit across the room, sucking each other's face off.
Harry can tell what I'm doing and he's a good friend so he says, 'Hermione, don't worry. She's just a phase he's going through, he'll get over it.' Which only makes me hate you more. Stupid boys and their stupid phases.
And then we're sitting at our desk in class and for once you're not with her. For once it's just me, you, and Harry, like it use to be. Like it should be.
You aren't even thinking about her because you and Harry are talking about Quidditch. And for a second it's like she doesn't even exist. But then I catch a glimpse of her a few seats back and she's staring at you with those stupid eyes of her's and she's smiling like a moron at the back of your head and I go right back to hating the both of you. And I don't say another word all lesson You don't know what's gotten into me, you whisper too loudly to Harry who just looks away.
And we're in the Great Hall. I'm sitting next to you but you're sitting next to her. And it's killing me. You're killing me.
You two are talking, laughing, and it's almost as if you're laughing at me. And it stings. And it hurts.
She's got the one thing I've always wanted - you. But you can't even see how wrong she is for you. She's not as smart as you. She's not as funny as you. And she's never understood who you really ar. But you don't seem to mind that much. You're too busy swallowing her face.
Maybe I'm just delusional because I could never be like her. And she's exactly what you want. Right?
But maybe you're the fool. Maybe you just haven't gotten the point.
Next time there's a ball as me before someone else does …
Maybe I never made it clear enough to you.
But maybe I'm just in love with a fool. But doesn't that make me one too? Perhaps, though, that is the best kind of love. A foolish one.
Maybe it's worth the wait? We'll have to see. Because I'm a fool, just waiting for you to see.