Harry had assured me that he had only thought of Hermione as a sister. He had promised that nothing had happened during their time together in the tent, that his feelings were only platonic. What a liar. Something must have happened. Something even before the tent fight. Maybe they had done something when they disappeared together in their third and fifth years. Otherwise how would they end up with kids a few years later?
I had first started fancying Hermione in our fourth year. I was jealous of her and Viktor, and I viewed her for the first time as a girl. I never gave up, even when Harry spent hours with her without me, and when they got married and had three beautiful girls. Lily, Rosalie, and Sophie Potter, all whom look so much like their mother. And I still haven't given up. How can I?
I remember how sad I was at the wedding, as their best man. I came up with a speech of how happy I was for them, but really I was only happy for her. Finally, the brightest witch of her age had gotten someone worthy, someone whom she deserved. And sadly, that someone could not be me.
How could it be me? How could the one person who always rowed and insulted Hermione, be worthy of such an amazing person?
I feel a burning desire to push Harry away and to apologize, apologize for my stupid actions. But even if I wasn't so mean, how would anyone choose me, a red-haired git, over the Chosen One.
And I feel that pain every time I see their triplets. And I wish with all my heart that those girls were mine. They look so much like their mother, with their father's eyes. Harry's parents would be so proud.
Ginny and Dean have had a boy named Charles already, and Angelina and George have a boy named Fred. But I, I will just stick to watching Harry and Hermione's family grow. For that seems to be the only thing I can do.
Some people are destined to fulfill their dreams, and others must watch them fulfill when they have failed. My fate is to watch. To watch others get what I wanted and succeed when I have failed everything. Why is destiny so unfair?
What is the point of living, when everything you ever wanted has drifted away from you? That is a question I am yet to answer. But I will find an answer. After all, I have all the time in the world.
No matter how hard I try, I have to accept the fact, the fact that she chose him. And I should be happy that she is happy, because that is what friends are for. And I'm afraid that I can only be a friend. Nothing more.