Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns it all.
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Pieces of A Broken Mirror
Life is never quite as you perceive it. Nor the people in it.
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You were watching her again.
Did you really think I wouldn't notice? I wasn't quite as dense as most people thought I was. I could be quite observant at times. Like now.
I never understood what it was about her that attracted you. Was it her bushy brown hair that could never be tamed? Or her bossy, know-it-all attitude? As I watched you stare at the back of her head from your seat two rows behind her, I tried to comprehend her allure.
Maybe you liked her intelligence? There was no doubt she was the cleverest witch in our class, if not the entire school. She made top marks in every class. Or perhaps it was the way she cared for her friends. Her fierce loyalty was widely-known; she would stand up to anyone for the sake of her friends. She loved them in a way that made all other friendships pale in comparison. Did you want a part of that passion? Or maybe it was just the fact that she was completely unattainable. That a relationship between you and her would not only be ludicrous, but impossible.
You stared at her so often.
You never seemed to realize, or maybe you just didn't care, that you could never have her. She would never turn her head and gaze into your eyes…at least not with the emotion you craved for. She would never consider you when, or if, she ever set out on a search for her soul mate. She would never seek your embrace, or find solace in your arms. She would never nestle her face in the crook of your neck, or seek your lips with hers. She would never curl her arms around your waist to draw you near or stroke your cheek with her long fingers.
After all, she was mine.
Utterly. Completely.
In ways you would never begin to comprehend.
I had never been particularly fond of Defense Against the Dark Arts. It only irritated me further to see you pine after her so transparently. I wasn't blind. Nor was I keen on sharing what was mine. Blame it on my childhood. Either way, Hermione was mine. Forever. And it would always be me she turned to. I may not appreciate her in the ways you do, but I give her things you could never.
So I would advise you, Parvati, to keep your longing gazes to yourself.
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A/N: Ahh…it's been revealed. But who is the narrator in this short piece? Of course, his/her/its identity will be revealed in the third chapter. I'm not really sure there's a plot here. It's just a collection of streaming consciousness…which will come full circle. Eventually. Please review. ^_^