Discalimer: Jo's characters, my plot thingy.

I know everything about you. I've watched you; from when you sleep from when you wake up. I can't go to sleep any more, because you're always there, and you mine.

I hate those dreams.

I hate them because I know in reality, you're hers, and I don't want to wake up and realize it was all just a dream. I just read through the nights, or do homework. And you wonder why I'm cranky each morning?

When I was younger, I read all the fairy tales and used to dream of my own prince. I read novels upon novels where the not-so-pretty girl triumphs over the most beautiful, and those stuck foolish ideas in my head. Foolish ideas of how the world was a fair place and not based on looks, but a real person.

Day after day I watch you, hoping you will realize that looks aren't everything, and come to me, always cursing those horrible books. Day after day, I lose you more and more, and soon, you'll be gone completely.

I don't know what she's done to you, and I don't like it. We can never just talk anymore. She's always with us, always interrupting and not-to-discreetly telling me to go away. And I don't see you stop her. It hurts so much to know you lost your best friend to someone who hates you, who was using you. She's always insulting me, and I know she's cheating on you. She only likes you for your title.

I see you for who you really are. But you can't see me. In fairy tales, the hero always realizes in the end, someone else is right for her. Damn fairy tales are all lies. Textbooks are much better. Textbooks don't put false ideas in your head, textbooks don't stab you in the back, textbooks don't lie.

Fairy tales do.

And so I watch you with her, helpless. And I watch you propose to her, and marry her, and buy the most beautiful house for her.

All the while forgetting about me.

You never talk to me, never write, even during ministry parties, you don't acknowledge me. Am I that horrible that you can't be seen with me Harry? Am I that bad? I'd do anything for you, anything. Too bad you can't realize that.

And now, you have her, and I have my fairy tales. My lying, horrible fairy tales that have forced me to become this empty shell of a person I am now.

Damn fairy tales.

A/N: Hiya! Well, this is Hermione, and 'she' can be basically anyone you really detest seeing with Harry(though I had someone in mind). Review and tell me what you think. And yes, I'm working on my other story. Psst...go check it out