Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, or any of the Characters found in it.
Summary: She reflects on loving him, and never having him.
Pairing: Hermione in love with Harry, but Harry and Snape are together.
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She missed her chance.
If she ever had a chance, that is. She knows that now. Though she can't help but hope that there will be a chance one day.
Every time he apparates to her flat after a fight. Every time he has tears in his eyes at a public event from his date sweeping out. Every time he comes to the burrow alone on a holiday. Every time he rants and curses about his relationship. Every time he flies on his broom for hours to get away from it all. Every time he just sits on her couch for hours watching the telly and brooding. Every time he stumbles to her door drunk. Every time he gazes at a small child and whispers to her he wishes he could be a father one day. Every time their relationship is in distress. Every time they take a break from each other. Every time he cries.
She hopes that maybe, just maybe, he will choose her.
He will come to her and confess love. He will reveal he's loved her all along but just been afraid to destroy the friendship. He wants her. And she, in return, will confess she's loved him for as long as she can remember knowing him. She has always needed him. No matter who else she has been with it's always been him.
They will hug. They will kiss. They will tumble to the bedroom. Clothes will be peeled away. Words of love and worship whispered. For hours after they will lie on the bed and talk. Discussions of a future together will be made. Commitment. Marriage. Children.
She knows that it's impossible. A man can not just choose a woman when he prefers men. It will never happen.
Though she hopes it will.
When they go shopping and he tells her she looks good in a certain color. When they buy ice cream and he wipes a dribble off her check with his soft hands. When they stay out all night and she awakes snuggled against his warm body. When she cries and he pulls her to him. When she's mad and he offers to hex whoever bothered her. When they get together with old friends and laugh. When they go to clubs and dance. When he's standing in her kitchen with the window behind him and the sunlight glows around his face. When he just wakes up and his hair is even more of a mess then usual. When he smiles and her heart flutters. When he plays with Ron's children. When they go to parties together and she sees the reflection of her on his arm.
She hopes, that maybe somehow, he will see that it's her he loves.
But then she sees them together.
She sees the way they gaze at each other. She sees them walking into an event together. She sees them sit close, too close, to the other. She sees the way their hands slide into each other's ever so shyly. She sees them kiss. She sees them embrace. She hears the gentle, loving, teasing. She sees them go home together. She sees him by Harry's bed in the hospital. She sees the love and adoration shining in their eyes. She hears the words "I love you" pass their lips.
And then she has to look away.
She goes home.
She cries.
She knows never had a chance.