Disclaimer: Airerédiel is bored of her old disclaimer. She owns Ginny, but the rest aren't hers.
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I can remember the guilty pleasure I used to have every time he came around.
He was tall and handsome, and always wanted to talk. My whole family loved him; he was so charming and courteous.
Almost every time he came over, he'd ask how I was in soft, gentle tones. I was enraptured. No one, even my brothers or my parents, ever talked to me the way he did.
As time drew on, I began to love him not only for who he was, but also for what he was.
He was always so well mannered and exciting, so gentle and playful. The mention of his name bought a smirk to my lips and rose to my cheeks, as if I was remembering a private joke.
I was younger than he was, although only by a little, and naïve enough to believe he could love me back.
Lavender came as a shock. One night, they just sauntered into the common room, hand-in-hand. They were locked in their lovers' world, oblivious to everyone else.
For weeks it went on, the sharing of soppy smiles and whispered nothings. One day he came into the common room by himself, tearstained and downcast. A few came to comfort him - including myself - who believed, however naïvely, that my time had come to take Lavender's place by his side.
Hope was my bitter poison though, and again he was walking corridors hand-in-hand with another girl. She was prettier this time, and popular to boot.
Cho Chang. How much I hated that name, loathed everything she stood for.
She lasted for little longer than Lavender, but for eternity will the images of that bimbo holding him stay in my mind, locked away in a bitter corner.
He came to my graduation, only to announce his engagement to Hermione.
Ron and I went back to the burrow that evening. We were sitting on the back steps with hot cups of tea, harbouring our broken hearts when I understood.
You should have realised, Harry, that best friends can sometimes become worst enemies.
Goodnight, Harry Potter.
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