Someday You'll Love Me

A/N--are any of you aware that in Ohio if you drive without a seatbelt on you receive a fifty-dollar fine? Yeah, neither was I. I know this is random and off topic and no one probably cares, but how retarded is that? I mean, I wear my seatbelt anyway, but I don't want to have to wear it. I enjoy the choice. Er, yeah, I'm done now. Enjoy, all.

Chapter One

It took me nine years to finally understand you. Nine years. I feel as though I must surely be the daftest person walking this planet. Now that I can finally grasp comprehension on you, I wish that I could bask in naivety and ignorance once more.

I, who thought myself intelligent; I, who was labeled as the smartest witch in a century, failed to know the essentials on her best friend. You see, I've been dreadfully in love with you for at least five of those seven years. I say at least because I'm not quite sure where my tolerance of you switched to love. And I say dreadfully because you don't love me back.

The signs were there, I was absolutely positive that you loved me back. You were so jealous about my relationship with Viktor; you bought me bloody perfume for Christmas. I read you wrong though, and I've been wasting all my time waiting for you.

We were constantly teased; everyone just knew that we were going to end up together. I knew it too. Too bad that you ended up being the only one who didn't. Tomorrow is your wedding, and everyone seems to be waiting for me to fall apart any second now.

Well they can just forget it, because I refuse to fall apart. At least, not while you are still fully intact. You love her; it is obvious that you do. Her, a veela. Excuse me, half veela. It just isn't right…you weren't supposed to end up with her, some girl that you met randomly through one of your brothers, you were supposed to end up with me, the girl who has always been there beside you.

Moreover, you know what the horrible thing is? You actually asked me out once. The summer before fifth year was the best summer of my life. We were completely alone for the first time. Well, not completely alone, there was a house full of people. But for the first time, there was no Harry, no Dream Team. There was only you and me.

We were sitting in your room one afternoon, discussing how much we wished that Harry was with us, or how it'd be better if we could at least tell him something useful. I was commenting on how angry Harry most likely was with us, when you kissed me. Just like that, you kissed me quickly and sweetly. Afterwards, with your beet red face, and shy expression, I realized then I was head over heels for you. You couldn't even look me in the eye as you quietly asked me out; the moment imprinted itself in my mind, and has never faded. Not even now.

I turned you down though. I said something about ruining our friendship. I lied, and I still have no clue why. I can remember everything about that moment, which symbolizes exactly how pathetic I am. You probably don't even remember it, an insignificant event of your youth, that laughable day that you kissed your best friend. And why should you recall it? After all, you have someone that you are in love with now…someone that isn't me.

You're happy with her, and I am happy for you. Actually, that's a lie. I'm not happy for you, Ron, not at all. How can I be happy for you when I'm so miserable? Don't you know that you weren't supposed to end up with her? Don't you know how things were meant to be?

I didn't think it was serious or anything when you started going out with her. I mean, you never wanted her, there was only a time when you were "in love" with her sister. Gabrielle should have never entered into your mind. If Bill hadn't married Fleur…if Fleur hadn't coerced you into taking her shy little sister out on a date…if you had only known that I wasn't serious when I told you that I didn't want to be your girlfriend…

It's your wedding rehearsal in a few minutes. I'm forcing myself to go. I have no clue how I'm going to get through this wedding…I can barely even show up to the rehearsal. You felt some sort of obligation to have me in your wedding. Your loyalty to me is only causing me misery, just so you know. I can still see that huge grin on your face when you told me that I was to be one of Gabrielle's bridesmaids. Ha ha, Hermione, you said, you know that you should very well be the Best Man. Too bad for those two reasons why you can't…

I shouldn't be in love with you, I really shouldn't. I mean, just looking at that example of your crude humor tells me that. We are so different, and we fight constantly, even now as adults, we should not even be friends, let along something more. And yet, I can't shake it. Believe me, I've tried. It won't go away though, my love for you stays with me like a blanket of protection. And if you would love me back none of this would be a problem…my mother told me that love is never simple. I never knew just how right she was.

I heard someone call my name, it was time for the rehearsal to begin. I must say, I hardly find it necessary for you to go through the whole bloody ceremony, not like it's exceedingly difficult or anything. The only person it's difficult for is me, as I'm the one that has to watch you be married twice.

Your wedding is taking place outside of the Burrow, and it's everything that I always dreamed my wedding would be. She's already stolen my groom…now she's gone and taken my wedding as well.

Dumbledore is performing the ceremony; of course, he is more than happy to go through the procedures of it all. More than willing to have a mock wedding right now. I never thought his enthusiasm for things of this nature would come to annoy me so.

I sigh and look around, this is taking forever. He has finally gotten to the "if anyone has any reason why these two people should not be together, speak now or forever hold your peace."

Everyone smiles, everyone except for me that is.

"I object."

It took me a solid minute to realize that I was the one who said that. Every single person turns to me, including you. You look more shocked than anyone. "I object," I say again. What the hell, I might as well.

A/N--I'm pretty sure this will only be two or three chapters. Three at the most. I really, really hope I keep it down to that. Lol, I so do not need another story waiting in the update wings. Reviews rock my socks (not literally) so be sure to leave one!