Harry Potter and Co. does not belong to me, so don't bother sueing, u'll get a text book and a dog.
A.N. this is mi first fic ever, and i'm not any good yet, but give my ur best, go ahead and flame, i enjoy them. thanx,
always R&R plz.
Locked Away; Hidden
She was sitting in front of me, her head tilted just to the side, just enough for her slender throat to be visible.
'Gods, I'd love to kiss her there,' the thought popped into my head.
'Where did that thought come from Hermione? She's your best friend, you can't think like that,' my conscience argued.
'Ok, stop arguing with myself, this is ridiculous,' I thought again.
"Hermione, are you ok?" Harry suddenly asked.
"Of course I am," I answered him, finally giving my attention back to the lecture at hand. Dumbledore was warning us of the dangers of the thriving war, yet again. It didn't last long though, her long red hair was too tempting to not play with, and her throat caught my attention yet again.
She looked back at me as I stroked my fingers through the soft curls, smiling. I smiled back, how could I not? She seemed to brighten my day just being around, and her smile always made me smile. She could light my world with a little grin, and have me on cloud nine for the rest of the day with it.
I don't know when the feelings for my best friend changed, they gradually did I guess. I could always tell her everything, and one day we were talking, and I noticed how beautiful her eyes were. Then another day she was kissing her boyfriend, and I yearned to be the one kissing her. It was then I knew something was wrong. It just seemed to get worse though, no matter how hard I tried to bury it. I dated Ron; I wished he were his sister. I kissed other boys; I imagined they were her. Finally, secretively, silently, I admitted it; I was in love with my best friend.
But what to do about it? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. And it was hellish torture. I know she'll never feel the same way, never yearn the way I do. So I'll just have to keep it locked up in my heart, and do the one thing I can to smooth my feelings: keep her as a friend. If someday she does love me the way I do her, then I'll gladly let it out, but for now, it'll have to stay locked away, hidden.
She turned back to Dumbledore, and I continued to play with her hair, fantasizing about what I'd like to do to her neck and the low v-line shirt she wore. Damn.