I watch her, yelling at him and I smile at my self, knowing that he will never win her over.
I laugh when I'm with her, but my smile quickly fades as I think of what the Slytherins would say.
I watch her as she smiles at him. He comforts her, and as she rests her head on his shoulder, I wish I had thought about what I was saying.
I watch her as she moves seats in Potions. Moving next to him, rather than her usual spot next to me. I watch as she stares at him through outclass when usually, she would be scribbling down notes. I watch her laughing and teasing him, ruffling his hair. I realize that teasing is a lot like flirting.
I watch her as she enters the Great Hall with him, holding hands. I watch as she steals food off his plate and I see the not-so-quick kiss he gives her, licking the marmalade off her lips.
I watch her through a stained glass window, dressed in a dress of white, walking down to meet her soon-to-be husband. I see her smile, a smile of pure happiness. I boil with anger because I know that that smile is not for me, it's for him. And as they share their first kiss as a married couple, a kiss full of hope and love, I feel something inside me shatter into pieces, broken beyond repair.