Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters, places or things. They all belong to J. K. Rowling. Lucky her. The quote at the end doesn't belong to me either. I'm not sure who it belongs to, but if any readers know, please tell me.
Her POV: I sighed as I watched him in the Great Hall at breakfast. I thought about how weird it was. I have had a secret crush on him since I first saw him on the Hogwarts Express in our first year. But I had to act like I hated him, for the sake of my friends.
I saw him laugh and turn to talk to….her. I still can't believe they are going out. When I found out that they were, I sneered and scoffed on the outside, but I was broken up on the inside. I had hoped that, despite everything, I would have a chance. But, looking at them now, I know there is no chance. I could tell, by the way they look at each other, they were actually in love.
I should have known though. They have been friends since I have known them. But I guess my wishing got in the way of my sense. I sighed again.
I picked up my books and walked out of the Great Hall ignoring the fact that my friends were calling after me.
His POV: The day went by miserably. It seemed as if everywhere I turned, she was there…..with him. And it didn't help that they were in almost all of my classes. Everyone is saying that they are going out, which would really suck. I watched them together as I thought of how I came to like her, of all people. I'm supposed to hate her. I couldn't tell anyone of course, for the sake of my friends. Because of whom she is and who she hangs out with. But the truth is I've liked her since I first saw her on the Hogwarts Express.
I still can't quite get what she sees in him. Sure he has the looks, and he's pretty popular. But he can be a major prat when it comes right down to it.
Not that it matters. She obviously hates my guts. After six years, I guess I just kind of gave up on the idea that there was a chance. I guess it isn't so bad. I mean, I do have a girlfriend now, but still. I still can't help but wonder what could've been. I shrugged to myself. I guess I was never going to find out.
Omniscient POV: At the end of the class, he got up and walked down the aisle between the desks, bumping into her as she talked to a friend. At first, they were both unbothered by it. But quickly remembering how they stood in the scheme of things, they both reverted to hate mode.
"Watch it Parkinson."
"Sod off Weasel."
For all sad words of tongue and pen, the saddest are these 'It might have been.'