Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, sadly.

A/n: New story! Well, this is for the 100 pairings challenge on HPFC, with ten pairings of Unrequited Love. So, that's what this is about. 10 chapters, 10 pairings, 10 moments of unrequited love.

So, enjoy, and reviews are greatly appreciated :)

1. Romilda/Harry.

She knew, of course.

Even he himself hadn't noticed it. He was that blind to his emotions. But she knew. It was right in front of her.

At first, she had been positive it was Hermione he was interested in. They were best friends, after all. They were always together. They talked about everything, and they understood each other. She truly thought it would be Hermione.

But she caught on pretty quickly.

It was the way that Ron looked at her, that told her Harry couldn't love Hermione. He couldn't, because his best friend adored her.

And then, it was the way those handsome green eyes always stayed locked on a certain redheaded girl.

Oh yes, she knew.

But knowing it didn't make it hurt any less.

It still hurt like hell.

Because, there she was, the happy little redhead. Dating the handsome artist, quite a catch in himself. There she was, with the world's hero absolutely in love with her.

And she was totally oblivious to it.

She dated lots of guys. She was happy and carefree. She once used to love that green-eyed hero, but was over it. And it seemed as soon as she'd let go of him, he'd chosen to hold onto her.

And it was painful as hell.

Because there was always jealousy in his eyes. Because he looked at her like she was everything, while trying to convince himself that she was not.

Because she was just some girl, but he loved her. He loved her.

And here she was, in love with him. And she was beautiful, and out-going, and wanted him, and he avoided her. He was nice, but in a politely distant manner, which she hated. She hated it, because that red-haired girl could talk to him easily, and make him laugh, and give him that dizzy look, and she could only give him the look like he wanted to get away from her.

And that was why she dropped the glass she was holding when, after that Quidditch match, he went right to that redheaded girl, and kissed her.

She dropped the glass because it hurt, like hell. She dropped the glass because he looked so goddamn happy when he pulled away from her. She dropped the glass because the redheaded girl glowed when they broke for air, and she realized that girl had always loved him.

But mostly, she dropped the glass because it looked right. It looked perfect. They looked like they were meant to be in each other's arms, and she knew she could never screw that up.

And that was what hurt the most. Knowing that she would give up her own happiness for him to be with the girl he really loved.

(Because she knows, this is the one thing in life that could make her do something selfless.)