I hate her.

And I know I should not. Please don´t judge me. I know my feelings are wrong and absolutely unappropriate. I don´t wanna be like this, honestly... But something inside me, envy, anger, fear, and huge sadness made me like this.

And so I hate her. The know-it-all. My best friend. Hermione Granger. But at first, I must tell you a secret. Our big secret. And it´s a huge thing. Not for me, but for her. For them.

For Hermione Granger, currently in her sixth year, is in relationship with our scary potion professor. And she glows. She is happy, in-love. And of course, as her best friend, she tells me everything. Even this.

And I can´t take it any longer.

For I am alone, sad, broken-hearted girl. And she has everything that she ever dreamed of. She wanted him, she had him. And she still has him. She wanted friends, she is the most popular girl at school.

And me? I am just foolish Slytherin. And I have to listen to it all.

And every time I listen to it, my heart gets more and more broken. In fact, it´s alredy ripped apart. Because everybody loves her, and, let´s face it, I am just her shadow. Nothing more, nothing less. And I don´t do anything about it. Besides, what could I do?

She is beautiful, and I am just a sidekick. Everybody loves her, and she doesn´t know. She doesn´t know how I am feeling. Beacuse, what could I tell her? I hate you? Because you haven´t done anything to me. I hate the way she walks, the way she talks, the way she smiles with that cute smile of hers, and the way everybody loves her and I am just her shadow. And when I go somewhere without her,everybody asks, where is she? Why didn´t you take her with you? I am not important. She is.

And it´s all my fault. Because I introduced her to my friends. I showed her everything in my life. And she just took it from me. Because she is, in fact beautiful.

And when she tells me everything, I wanna just give up a runaway. Never see her again. But I can´t.

So every time she tells me how he loves her, I smile and laugh with her. She often tells me about his sweet kisses and hugs and the little things he does to her cause he loves her. And I want to cry, run away, cut myself, whatever, to forget about the huge pain in my heart.

For I am a stupid, alone, foolish Slytherin girl and I truly hate my best friend.