I don't really consider myself a jealous person. I don't mean that I don't get jealous ever, but I've always considered myself to be relatively forgiving of other people's fortune.
As of late, I'm finding that that isn't true. There are two things that make me jealous.
The first is my best friend's attention. Hermione is one of the most incredible girls I know. She's smart, and generous, friendly, witty…completely flawless. It took me five years before I started to realize I was in love with her, but now that love is so ingrained that I can't remember what it felt like before. I would give her anything, do anything, for the chance to be with her, but…
That leads me to the second thing in my life I'm jealous of. My best mate has everything I want…
He's so talented, so skilled. Everything he touches turns to gold. He is a better person than I am, as well. He gives freely, and expects nothing in return. He cares for those around him. He is worth her time… Much more so than I am. In fact they're perfectly suited. The ideal hero and his girl…
There's no way she could ever notice me. I'm nothing. I'm unintelligent, quick to anger, unforgiving. I have little value to anyone… he's the hero of the story. He's saved my life and Hermione's more times than I can count… and saved my mind just as many.
I am nothing compared to him. I will never have her…
…because I'm just Harry Potter.