Hey, everyone. This is a NEW set of one-shots, but once I stop posting,
there's not really going to be anymore. Last year in English 9RE my
professor, Mdawg as we so fondly called him, gave us semi-weekly writing
assignments. It'd just be some weird topic thing and we would write 100wds
or so on it. Most of mine are a bit longer than that. Anyway, I wrote most
of mine about a girl and a guy... sort of loosely based on D/Hr. They
aren't very good, but you have to remember; this was a whole year ago.
Anyway, here's the first installment. I apologize for the crappy titles; I
didn't think them up; Mdawg did.
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THE ONE THAT GOT AWAY
There she is, again, with him. I never see them apart anymore. Worst of all, I hate him. I hate him with a passion rivaled only by my love for her. Every time I see her laugh with him, talk with him, hold his hand, anything that I could never do, I feel constriction in the upper left region of my chest.
It's my fault, really. I pushed her away. Everyone knows how I feel about her; except perhaps her and her little lover-boy. They tried to get me to tell her how I feel, but I just couldn't. We've been friends for so long, I couldn't risk it. "She'll understand, Harry," Ron told me, "Maybe she feels the same way." But I refused; I couldn't do it, and now it's too late.
She could have chosen anyone, but no. It had to be Draco; my most loathed enemy. I can not see what she sees in that insufferable git, but Hermione can see past outer appearances. She saw something in him that I am still blind to; he treats her well, and she nourishes his soul. She brings out the parts of him that Draco was hardly aware of. Yet, she does not see how this is affecting me.
"I'm so happy, Harry! I can't imagine how things could be better," she told me one day as we sat together at lunch.
"That's good, Hermione. I'm happy for you," I told her, although it was a lie. It was then I knew for sure that I could never have her. She was gone to me forever; I let her go that day; it was easer. At least one of us could be happy this way; a confession would only make things complicated. Hermione jumped up, excited, off for a meeting with Draco.
"Goodbye Harry," she said and gave me a friendly hug. I watched her go with a lopsided smile, just in case she looked back. She didn't, and I was sure. She was gone for good.
See? Not exactly a rival to my other work, is it? :oD assig
-x- -x- -x-
THE ONE THAT GOT AWAY
There she is, again, with him. I never see them apart anymore. Worst of all, I hate him. I hate him with a passion rivaled only by my love for her. Every time I see her laugh with him, talk with him, hold his hand, anything that I could never do, I feel constriction in the upper left region of my chest.
It's my fault, really. I pushed her away. Everyone knows how I feel about her; except perhaps her and her little lover-boy. They tried to get me to tell her how I feel, but I just couldn't. We've been friends for so long, I couldn't risk it. "She'll understand, Harry," Ron told me, "Maybe she feels the same way." But I refused; I couldn't do it, and now it's too late.
She could have chosen anyone, but no. It had to be Draco; my most loathed enemy. I can not see what she sees in that insufferable git, but Hermione can see past outer appearances. She saw something in him that I am still blind to; he treats her well, and she nourishes his soul. She brings out the parts of him that Draco was hardly aware of. Yet, she does not see how this is affecting me.
"I'm so happy, Harry! I can't imagine how things could be better," she told me one day as we sat together at lunch.
"That's good, Hermione. I'm happy for you," I told her, although it was a lie. It was then I knew for sure that I could never have her. She was gone to me forever; I let her go that day; it was easer. At least one of us could be happy this way; a confession would only make things complicated. Hermione jumped up, excited, off for a meeting with Draco.
"Goodbye Harry," she said and gave me a friendly hug. I watched her go with a lopsided smile, just in case she looked back. She didn't, and I was sure. She was gone for good.
See? Not exactly a rival to my other work, is it? :oD assig