She sees him walking down the corridor. It's lunch time now and he is a few meters from her. She always recognizes him by his hair that seem to shine in the ocean of brown and black heads. She feels a pain somewhere in her chest as she notices her by his side. They are holding hands, talking and laughing. They seem perfect together . It is already a month since they started dating and she knows it's not long when he dumps her for another beauty. She knows he never goes out longer than six weeks. She also knows she should fell compassion towards the girl who is so happy now and will be a complete misery by Sunday. But she doesn't. To be honest, she is rather grateful that the girl will get a small dose of her everyday feelings.
I am a terrible person. I never knew I could have these hateful feelings towards anyone. But I never knew jealousy before. It all started at the beginning of our seventh year. He made a Head Boy, and there was no doubt that I will become a Head Girl. We did all our duties quite smoothly, but I always knew that he despises talking and working with me. That if it was his way I would clean floors in his house, not share the same honors, because in his eyes I was only a filthy mudblood. But he is mature now so he talks and works with me and I want to scream every time he looks at me.
So how could I end like this? In love with the only person who knowing my true feelings would laugh at me for years. Well, I cannot give you an honest answer, because I don't know one. There is his angelic, yet very masculine looks, there are our arguments about work, which are more interesting than conversations with my friends, there is always the fact that I understand his humors and emotions more than everyone else, including his parents and friends or any of his gorgeous girlfriends. You may think that I'm crazy but I can really read him like the most interesting book and I just never get bored. So you have no idea how it kills me watching him kissing this beautiful purebloob a few meters before me.
But I have no more tears to shed so I follow them to the Great Hall, because it's lunch time.