She had been staring at him.
Staring at him while he spoke to her, not absorbing a word he said.
She admired his lazy grin, his freckled nose, his red hair.
She loved his smile, his voice, everything.
They were in Charms, and she never felt the eyes on her, the silvery gray blurring the rest of the world, while she was in sweet, sharp focus.
He loved her.
He saw her as the most perfect being to walk the earth.
He saw the glazed look in her eyes, if only she looked at him like that.
He saw the soft smile on her lips, and wished Weasley would notice the beauty he had wrapped around his fingers.
She is too good for me, he said. Much too good.
She deserves better than me, a cowardly Death Eater.
And now she had better, and the bitterness was threatening to explode out of him.
Weasley laughed as she was shocked out of her reverie.
The redhead then leaned in and kissed her.
He knew that he would never be enough for her, Weasley would hold her while she cried, Weasley would kiss her and tell her that the world wasn't crumbling around her, Weasley would give her perfect children to send away to Hogwarts.
Weasley. Not him. Never him.
If only he had never been a Death Eater, if only he was born into a family that was Gryffindor, if only he had loved her first.
But he hadn't.
And he never would be.
She would be in the light, and he would be in the shadows.
She would be so happy with someone else, while he was alone, crying her name with his last breath.
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~MA