I was alone again. It seemed I was always alone these days. I can't seem to find anything to do without her. I need her. Like air, water, food.
More than I need air, water, food.
Seeing her with him rips me apart on the inside. I know she doesn't know just how much I want her, need her-to feel her- all around me. I have to make her know, to make her feel, but the question is how, how can I when all she sees is him, that horrid, ginger fool who never notices the way she follows him, watches his every move, analyses his every word. Seeing how desperate she is for him confuses me. On one side there is the overwhelming jealousy that has me wanting to tear him apart, but there's also sorrow. Sorrow that she needs him so bad. No one should be that desperate, not the way I am for her.
The blasphemy of it all is uncanny. I shouldn't want someone like her. But the pain that fills deep inside my chest every time I think of what life would be like without her presence is unbearable. I need to make it end, this terrible curse that has me fawning for the wrong person, I have to make her the right person. I have to make her feel what I'm feeling. I have to make her think what I'm thinking. I have to break her. Right from the centre of her slight bones to the thinnest layer of her ivory-toned skin. I have to .
Hpov.
"Ronald! What in Merlin's name are you doing?!"
"Studying."
"You're copying all of my notes," I accused .
"Exactly. I'm studying," , he replied with an impish grin on his freckled face. He can be such a git at times, but how can I stay mad at a face like his, with his eyes all huge and blue and his bottom lip sticking out like a child's? I just shook my head and looked away, like always.
"You're the best Hermione." I stuck my head even further into the book to hide my blush. Not that is was any use. He never did seem to notice me.
"Malfoy's staring at you," Harry stated.
"wha…", and sure enough, as I turned to look over at the Slytherin table, I was greeted with a pair of molten silver eyes. Their intensity seemed to burn through me and into my soul, even from across the room.
As soon as I had looked at he looked away. I blinked and when I opened my eyes, he was no longer there.