Thank you to Tricia, for once again allowing me to become inspired through your careless joking and smart advice. You always know how to make me laugh, even when all I want to do is cry.
Here I Was, As Predicted
Here I was. I was crying. I had finally turned into one of those girls. I never cried over boys, it was pointless. Even when Johnny Frager had told my best friend that he would rather eat dog doo than kiss me, in the fourth grade. I had not shed a tear. Sure, I had ripped up the note of apology that the teacher had made him write when my friend had told on him. I had then thrown it into the river that ran by my house, as well. But, I had never cried.
Now, here I was. Crying over a boy. The tears streaming down my face. My eyes becoming all red and my nose blotchy. I had never thought it would happen. I, Hermione Granger, crying over a boy. It did not happen… ever. I was the strong girl. The one with two best friends who did not give a shit what the world thought of her. The smart one, with the good grades; the know-it-all. I was the last girl you would expect to be crying over a boy. And yet, here I was, crying over a boy.
And you know the worst part? Of course, you don't, I have not even told you yet. The worst part is… I predicted it. The moment I realised that I was hopelessly, head-over-heels in love with him, I predicted it. I said to myself, "Hermione, do not get your hopes up. Keep your heart safe. He is going to make you cry." Next time, I will heed my own advice. Because, guess what? He made me cry.
Even though I know that there are many more guys in the world, it feels as if he crushed my whole world. Never have I become so entangled in a mess. Never have I been so hopelessly in love. There may be many more guys in the world, but he was my first, and he will always be important to me. He was the first guy to look past. The first one to realize that I am not just a good person to copy off during the test. Harry, Harry is all right. He, however, is too preoccupied with saving the world. Poor Ginny. He was the first boy who cared. He was the only boy who cared. And now I realize that he is gone. Not only that, but I realize that he will never be mine. Because he is hers.
It was so horrid. I never wanted to believe it. I had heard rumors, but hadn't everybody? Now I know the rumors to be true. I saw it with my own eyes. His long gangly arm coming up to swing around her waist and grab her hip. It stood out against the sweater she was wearing. A horrid color, in my opinion, the same one as her name. He shook his red hair out of his eyes and smiled at her as they parted. I walked right by them, trying not to stare at him. Ron. My Ron. Except, he was not mine and will never be mine. He is hers.
A/N: thank you for reading and for reviewing (cough, cough) do not worry. We all know Hermione gets her happy ending. It can give the rest of us hope