I do not own Harry Potter, J.K. Rowling does. Though if I did, everything would be so much pervier…which isn't even a word, is it?

Be kind please! It's my first story! If you don't like it, review, so I'll know what to fix!


1.

Who knows about these types of things? Her life was all planned out, from the dress robes she was going to wear at her graduation, to how many babies she was going to have with her "dream man." She imagined him as a guy with messy hair, piercing eyes, and an easy laugh, and unlike so many other girls, she had found him. Sounds wonderful, right? Sounds absolutely, bleeding perfect, huh?

Wrong.

If she loved him so much, if she had really pined away for all these years for him, shouldn't she hurt more?

The ending of their short lived relationship hadn't been a surprise, she had expected it. Harry and his nobility. It was a joke really. They loved each other very much, but that spark that both of them had expected to be there, just never…

He had laid it out flat, and it barely made her twinge. What was wrong with her? The scary thing was that she was more by watching Hermione be comforted by Ron.

Who was he, to hold her like that anyway? Hadn't he been the most absolute prat to her? Why was she running to him for comfort now, hadn't she remembered who had held her when she cried over that bastard?

Too bad that bastard was her brother.

'Wait, what am I thinking?', she asked herself. 'Hermione's a girl for heaven's sakes. Plus she deserves to be held by Ron, she deserves happiness, even if it's not from me.' That last though sent her mind reeling, as she finally realized what had been missing with Michael, Dean, and Harry, or what she had been missing in herself.

He was warm, so warm, and all she wanted to do was cry, but with a flash of that characteristic smile, and red hair, she felt happy, and oddly empty.