Her Happiness.
I do not own Harry Potter, if I did the sixth and seventh books would be a LOT different.
Drabble, 223 words.
Hermione.
That was the thought going through my head ever since the Yule Ball was announced.
That was the thought that was haunting me in my dreams.
When Voldemort wasn't scarring my mind, Hermione was.
I know that Ron likes her, and know by the way she reacted, she most definitely liked him.
Her happiness was worth more than my torture.
Harry Potter was dying. Oh no not where you can see, that place deep down where all the emotions you never let anyone see, were.
For nights I cry, when I'm all alone in the dorm, when I could escape the torture of the real world, and was able to wallow in my inner demons.
Nobody knew, can nobody could know, that would cause problems.
After all I am the friggin boy-who-lived.
Oh Merlin, how will I live through it.
It is no infatuation, it wasn't even a crush.
But it will crush my heart.
I won't let them know.
When they fall in love I will be there to support them, I will be the best man at their wedding, and I would be the godfather of their children.
I know my role, I am to kill a murder and then live a happy peaceful life.
That's the way it was meant to be.
And that's the way it will be.