Disclaimer: As much as I would love to own Draco Malfoy, I really don't own a thing.
He'll Never Understand
I, Hermione Granger, swear that I am not a jealous person. I do not resent the fact that my best friend has a girlfriend. I don't imagine myself wrapping my hands around her delicate throat. I do not hate every inch of the bloody wench when she leans over to softly whisper in his ear . . . or when she makes that stupid, scrunched up pug faced look when he kisses her. I have never purposely stuck out my foot when she walked so graciously through the hallway. I can swear to Merlin that I never laughed when the food that she was carrying splashed on to her new white blouse.
. . . I, Hermione Granger, am boiling with jealousy.
Bloody hell, who wouldn't be jealous if they saw their best friend vacuuming the face off his new, perky little know-it-all girlfriend with those perfect blue eyes and her stupid pug resembling face! I just don't get it. Of all people, why her? Why her, the one girl in the world who has the intelligence of a flea?
She doesn't deserve him. No, no she deserves someone like Crabbe, or maybe even Goyle. They would be lovely together. She doesn't deserve Ron's soft ginger hair, or his cute freckled face. And those lips . . . well, don't even get me started on them. That wench doesn't have the right to receive such a soft and passionate kiss from him. I should be the one sitting delicately on his lap, sharing a moment with the love of my life.
Of course, the bloody ape doesn't know how I feel about him. How could I tell him when he spends his time sucking the face off that . . thing. You know, what does she have that I don't have? So, yeah, she has a great body, but is that the only thing that guys look for these days? What about a great mind? What about a wonderful personality?
How would I tell him how I feel? I mean, it's not like I can just walk up to him one day and pour my entire heart out into the open. What if he didn't feel the same way? Oh, of course he doesn't feel the same way! We're friends. Just friends. Buddies. Pals. You know, I'm starting to despise that word, friend. Why can't we be more? Why do I always have to be the one that he goes to for help on homework or spells? For once, I would like to be the girl that he thinks about when he lays down to sleep.
I, Hermione Granger, want nothing more than to be wanted by the one person who sees me as nothing more than a friend. I am pathetic, feeling this way for him when I know for a fact that he doesn't feel the same. It's quite apparent that he is happy with his current girlfriend. Why should I be the one to ruin that? A friend is supposed to be happy for their friend, even if they are feeling a great amount of passion for that certain person.
I guess that I just need to suck it up and accept it. No matter how much I resent that pug, no matter how much I want to rip her from his embrace when he loses himself in her gaze, I need to be the better person and support my friend's decision.
He'll never understand why I cry myself to sleep at night, or the reason I can never look him in the eyes when he talks about her. Ron will never understand the why I lash out on him when he reminds me how happy and content he is feeling. No matter how hard I wish he would, he will never understand.
Author's Note: Hey there! So this fic was just a tad bit short. It really, really reflects my current feelings with a certain someone who, like Ron, sees me as just a friend. So, as always, make my day and leave me some comments :). For all you readers of my story Within A Soul, I will try my hardest to finish it off. I've been extra lazy lately, and now that school's over, I actually have time to work on it!
Jess aka Frizz