What about me Granger

What about him

Loosely based on the song 'Accidental babies' by Damien Rice


The stony silence that greeted her was more intimidating then anything she had experienced in her fourteen years.

She hadn't meant to find him, she hadn't meant stumble across his table but she had and now she was had broken some reprieve he had found from the growing gazes.

"Potter holding up I suppose" he muttered never looking away, never giving her a reprieve.

"Harry didn't enter his name" she retorts enraged that anyone could think Harry would seek out the fame and attention.

"No one else could have" his anger at having being chosen, for being him and for having to live up to expectations flowed from him and seemed to drag her down.

"Harry couldn't have either" she still floats, she still stays determined to face down this flood and neither could expect this to mean something more life saving for them both.

"Perhaps you might as well believe Harry is some glory hog… sheep your all sheep believing one thing instead of finding out the truth" She snarls no longer caring she had disrupted this quiet place nor that she was meant to respect prefects.

"What about me Granger"

"What about you, you think you're the only one who deserves to be here, you think you're owed this"

"Don't I deserve something more then what people expect me to be"

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The soon to be washed out afternoon held no special magical elements to make the apologises more easy to speak or swallow.

But it gave them the silence they needed to evade the world they had been thrust into because it was what was expected of them.

"Potter did well" he offers never looking away from the forest, never offering the glare he so wanted to give someone.

"Harry tried his best; thankfully he wasn't hurt as bad as he could have been" she admits settling to stand away from him proving she was not there for him but to ease her guilt at having added to his turmoil.

"He got lucky" he snaps ready to vent some of his pent up emotions, ready to unleash the flood once more now he knew she could withstand the flood.

"He practice" She snaps back at him never looking at him because then he would become the broken boy she had imagined but pushed from her mind.

"It's called sportsmen ship, accepting that the other side might have been training just as hard as you did" she declares causing him to sigh and snap a twig laying defensively beside him.

"What about me Granger"

"What about you, you think I will stand around while you feel sorry for yourself and bad mouth Harry"

"Don't I deserve some comfort, don't I deserve something more then praise and encouragement"

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The dank and over bearing Tower offers no sense of relief, no escape they were trapped here just as much as they were trapped anywhere else in the castle. The gazes of other students had ceased for now but their thoughts, their rumours and their mixed emotions followed them everywhere.

"Potter wants to ask Cho to the dance" he states staring out at the grounds while she sits with her back against the wall, no longer strong enough to stand physically and emotionally against his floods.

"He won't take the chance, he doesn't think he's good enough" she admits softly knowing the heartache she had left behind for these mere moments of some thing new and thrilling.

"I asked her to go with me, Potter is just making her feel uncomfortable" he admits in a tone that should have held fire and warning but has been washed out by too many nights and comments of well wishing to even flicker anything close to it.

"Harry doesn't mean to, he's a boy who never had affection shown to him" she admits truthfully not looking for sympathy for her best friend just the truth to be known about him.

"He has you" he spits and she has to look at him finally, she has to see the dam burst open and to see what could be her demise.

"I'm not his, Skeeter lied" she snaps and he glares at her not understanding why she doesn't see what everyone else think they have seen for so long.

"He still has you" he points out staring at her until she has to look away, from him and the ghost of the other standing beside him.

"You have Cho" she declares only to hear his sigh as he turns away from her again. It is no longer her who sees the ghosts of those who pretend to care about them that stand between them.

"What about me Granger"

"What about you, you have a wonderful life compared to Harry. You have more friends, you have a girlfriend and you have parents who are still with you"

"Don't I deserve someone to care about me and not the person everyone thinks I meant to be. Don't I deserve you"

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Aimlessly wondering through the enchanted world of others, the snow shows them a world untouched of white glistening snow that covers the truth and the hurt.

They sit so close to touch but in this world the snow covers their hurt, masks the touches and the looks because it is not what is meant to be true.

"The way Krum looks at you" he trails off glaring at the mocking white scene before them, knowing in the distance Krum sat aboard his ship.

"The way Cho looks at you" she retorts staring thoughtfully at the snow beneath their feet, it isn't pure it is dirty and packed hard against the ground. It no longer covers the ground but protects it like a shell.

"Weasley looks at you the same way" he spits out and she has to touch him, she has to know he knows she sees only him.

"I'm not theirs" she offers but he shakes his head against the truth that wants to erupt from their joined hands but never will.

"Your not mine either" he states with failure and haterage.

"Your not mine either; for all that this world offers it still doesn't offer us the chance to be together, we have stolen moments" she admits with a sorrowful tone that causes the tears she promised never to shed to pool, freezing and hurting her more then if they fell.

"What about me Granger"

"What about you? What about me, you have your girlfriend and your friends and your stance as the likeable student. What about me"

"Don't we deserve more… don't we deserve each other"

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The water had been dried and they both sat in fresh clothes but the chill of the blackness that enclosed the lake still clung to them.

Their world of secretes, of whispers and bare touches chill them to the bone to make it hurt, to make each breath a struggle.

"Potter should win" he offers holding her close in their dark room for the few stolen moments where they could be just them instead of the ones they were meant to be.

"You both should win" she counters trying to hold on to the way it felt more easy to breath him in then when she was alone with others.

"I don't want it, I don't want the glory" he trails off before his lips find her smooth skin, his hands twist in her hair holding on to her as though she would stop him from ever leaving.

"What do you want" she asks no longer shy, no longer unsure about them, her or him.

"I want you Granger; that's all I want now" he declares and knows he has pushed her away, not just physically as she pulls her self away but emotionally too because they can't have that. That can't have what they want.

"We can't; you can't and I can't" she replies pushing the tears away, never looking back at him because it's too hard, too hurtful.

"What about me Granger"

"What about you Cedric"

"Don't I deserve to have what I want and not what everyone else wants for me"

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The grey morning, the threat of rain not far away pushes her to stand there and not return. She always breathed easier around him, always knew herself better when he knew her.

"What about me Granger"

"What about me Granger"

"What about me Granger

"What about me Granger"

"What about me Granger"

She knew now it wasn't a general question as to what he deserved, what he needed or even wanted.

"What about you Cedric" she questions as her stiff and pale fingers traced his engraved name on the stone.

every time he questioned 'what about him' he was offering his self, his heart, soul, mind and body to her.

What about him was good enough for her, what about him couldn't she have, couldn't love.

"What about you Cedric, what one thing about you was there that I didn't fall in love with" she whispers pressing cold lips against his name hoping somewhere in their magical and enchanted world he would feel them, take that kiss and know she cared about him, wanted him.

Loved him.