A/N: Hey there. This is the first chapter in my HP fic. It's HHr, so if you don't like then don't read. It's also in 2nd person which is weird, but it was a self challenge kinda thing. This is basically a series of ficlets that come from the POV of the trio plus Ginny Harry and Hermione's relationship. it is basically all the important faucet of Hermione and Harry's relationship and its effects on everyone. The events go in order, and are connected, but not directly. Confused? You'll see. I hope. It was inspired by the song Hallelujah by Rufus Wainright.
IMPORTANT: I highly recommend reading the ending author's notes at the end of each chapter.
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowlings owns Harry Potter. If you didn't know that then you should not be reading this fic.
Ginny- Unseen
You've been watching him for what seems like an eternity, yet still he doesn't notice. He only has eyes for her. A revelation that breaks your heart. Familiar tears sting at your eyes and your fragile sense of hope begins to crumble around you. Life will never be the same because now Harry can't see you, not like he used to at least. He'll never love you the way you've always loved him.
You smile in spite of the quivering beat of your broken heart. You call his name, but he doesn't move. Harry's eyes are fixated solely on Hermione's slumping form. She looks tired. You remember that she doesn't sleep at night. You heard her quiet whimpers in the middle of the night when she shared your room at the Burrow. Her eyes are heavy and her shoulders sag in a very un-Hermione way. Her face rests in the palm of her hand, and she stares unceasingly into the fire hearth.
You call his name again, and this time Harry stirs from his trance. However, the sounds of her awakening draw his attention away again. A smile curves his lips as he watches her stretch. You revel in the rare occurrence which she only seems to inspire.
You call his name a third time, your voice now echoing your impatience. He turns to you, apologizing. After brushing it off, you give him a grin even though tears are gathered behind your eyes. You tell him it's late, that he should probably go to bed. He only stares at you, confused.
To your astonishment, and overwhelming horror, he doesn't realize he's been staring at her in that same position for hours. You quickly tell him the time. His eyes widen, and he rubs the back of is neck with a laugh. There's a pause, awkward and silent. You move toward the stairs, saying a quick good night. While you stand at the foot, your heart begs you to just keep going. To spare you from another moment of torture and ache. But still, you turn back.
He's staring at her again, that same smile on his face. You try to tell yourself that she's just his friend. Just his best friend. You vainly convince yourself that Harry is only being a gentleman when he helps her pick up her books. But you remember always having to ask. And you don't remember ever being hugged with such love. In fact, you never knew that such a small act could contain so much meaning. All for just his friend.
She accepts his arms so readily that you know there's something. Her tears make you angry for a moment. You hate that she feels so sad when it's you that feels so incomplete. In truth, it's just an excuse to feel anything except this unbearable brokenness. This overwhelming aching. You're mad at her for taking him. Mad at him for never loving you the way he loves her, even with all your efforts. Mad at yourself for feeling so bitter towards two of your best friends. For feeling so cold.
A tear breaks away, followed by several others. They slip down your cheeks uncontrollably as you tell yourself that he's gone. He's forgotten you, only moments after you've left. And he'll never see you again. He only has eyes for her. And that's how it was meant to be.
You smile in spite of your tears. You'll be happy for them in the morning, you decide, when you find them sleeping on the couch in each others arms.
Author's Note: This was stage one, or Ginny realizing that Harry and Hermione are falling in love with each other, but can't quite grasp that. It is the I love you but can't tell you sequence.