In a perfect world, he would be mine. But this isn't a perfect world.


"What's wrong?" asked my best friend, Harry Potter.

"Nothing," I said. That was, obviously, a lie, otherwise he wouldn't have asked in the first place. He knows me too well. The truth was that there was so much wrong, I couldn't even begin to explain it to him. And some things I wouldn't tell him anyways. My insecurities are just too embarrassing.

First of all, I'm in love with my best friend. Which would be okay I guess, except for the fact that he is dating Ginny Weasley, the always beautiful, always perfect girl that every guy is always fawning over.

Secondly, me and Harry always do our homework together in the library, which would again be okay if he didn't distract me. All. The. Time. Because even when he's just sitting there, concentrating on a stupid Potions essay Snape assigned us, he takes my breath away. This is very extremely annoying for many reasons. One, I, Hermione Granger, never get distracted from homework. Two, getting distracted means getting low marks. I do NOT get low marks.

And so I'm left here to wonder, if there are so many things wrong, why does that one word come so easily to my lips? I guess its because, with a lot of practice, its just too easy. Maybe because, by now, I'm used to disappointments. Or maybe because, in a perfect world, he would be mine. But I'm learning that this isn't a perfect world.