It Bothers Me
BY: Hermione L. Granger
Disclaimer: don't own
AN: Hum, thought this up while shaving my legs. Wonder how Ron would feel about Hermione preferring Harry's bath tub over Ron's. Don't ask, just read and review. Yes, I know it's monotonous.
You know what, it does bother me.
It does bother me that my mum cares more about how much he's eaten during dinner, than how I learned to do a Double Ended Blast on George's broom today. It bothers me that my sister always has some horrible comment to make when I'm around, but stops living instantly the minute he shows up. It bothers me that Fred and George would rather show Harry their jokes, and use them on me.
It bothers me that the girls think he's hot but think that with my red hair and freckles I just stick out. It bothers me that Trelawny predicts his death everyday, and hasn't said a thing to me all year. It bothers me that his name came out of that Goblet, while Fleur never knew mine. It bothers me that his parents died, and mine yell at me for not cleaning my room. It bothers me that everytime he's gone up against Voldermort, he's lived, while I get to wait back in the cave, or am unconscious in the hospital wing.
It bothers me that he got ten more points for holding off Quirrell while I was the one who got past the chess board. It bothers me that he had the courage to talk to giant spiders while I was too scared to even think. It bothers me he saved my sister while I sat on my arse. It bothers me that Scabbers was my pet, but betrayed his family.
It bothers me that she kissed him and not me. It bothers me she spent time with him when we fought, and not me. It bothers me that she wanted to know how he was when she awoke from the Mandrake Juice, and didn't care that I was the one holding her up. It bothers me that she cared more about how his little jaunt at the bottom of the lake was instead of mine. It bothers me that Rita Skeeter filled her little newspaper with rumors about those two while I wasn't mentioned once.
It bothers me that Harry and Hermione will probably fall in love. It bothers me I probably won't live up to anyone's expectations. It bothers me that I'll probably be working back at the Leaky Cauldron, while the two of them go off and be aurors. It bothers me that even if I am an auror, it's not that big of a deal, cause Harry Potter's one too.
Because in the long run, all of this matters. And in the long run, it does bother me.
BY: Hermione L. Granger
Disclaimer: don't own
AN: Hum, thought this up while shaving my legs. Wonder how Ron would feel about Hermione preferring Harry's bath tub over Ron's. Don't ask, just read and review. Yes, I know it's monotonous.
You know what, it does bother me.
It does bother me that my mum cares more about how much he's eaten during dinner, than how I learned to do a Double Ended Blast on George's broom today. It bothers me that my sister always has some horrible comment to make when I'm around, but stops living instantly the minute he shows up. It bothers me that Fred and George would rather show Harry their jokes, and use them on me.
It bothers me that the girls think he's hot but think that with my red hair and freckles I just stick out. It bothers me that Trelawny predicts his death everyday, and hasn't said a thing to me all year. It bothers me that his name came out of that Goblet, while Fleur never knew mine. It bothers me that his parents died, and mine yell at me for not cleaning my room. It bothers me that everytime he's gone up against Voldermort, he's lived, while I get to wait back in the cave, or am unconscious in the hospital wing.
It bothers me that he got ten more points for holding off Quirrell while I was the one who got past the chess board. It bothers me that he had the courage to talk to giant spiders while I was too scared to even think. It bothers me he saved my sister while I sat on my arse. It bothers me that Scabbers was my pet, but betrayed his family.
It bothers me that she kissed him and not me. It bothers me she spent time with him when we fought, and not me. It bothers me that she wanted to know how he was when she awoke from the Mandrake Juice, and didn't care that I was the one holding her up. It bothers me that she cared more about how his little jaunt at the bottom of the lake was instead of mine. It bothers me that Rita Skeeter filled her little newspaper with rumors about those two while I wasn't mentioned once.
It bothers me that Harry and Hermione will probably fall in love. It bothers me I probably won't live up to anyone's expectations. It bothers me that I'll probably be working back at the Leaky Cauldron, while the two of them go off and be aurors. It bothers me that even if I am an auror, it's not that big of a deal, cause Harry Potter's one too.
Because in the long run, all of this matters. And in the long run, it does bother me.