You never notice
A/N: I just decided to write a short story. It's been done before, but oh well.
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It started as a crush, when I saw you at the train platform when I was ten years old, but then you saved my life. I thought that it meant something, and that you would acknowledge me, but you didn't. It was just another attempt to act as the hero. I understand that now. The longest conversation we had was probably in the Chamber of Secrets. You've hardly talked to me since, which is just lovely.
When I knew that there would be a Yule Ball, I was so excited. It was a chance to put on make up, wear a pretty dress robe, and make my hair look pretty, and make you notice me. But you never notice me. I don't exist to you.
I've never told you how I really feel about you, but I'm pretty sure that you know. Even you aren't that blind. You know that I'm in love with you, and you know that I don't have a chance. I know that to really, but I never change my ways. I don't know why.
I should probably tell you how I feel, so that you really know for certain, but I know what you would say, so what would be the point? You'd tell me that you would prefer us just to be friends. But we're not friends. Friends talk to each other, tell each other their secrets, or what's been bothering them. Friends ask each other how their days were. You don't do any of that. When I'm sitting in the common room, you just walk right past me to talk to Ron and Hermione about some big evil that's brewing around Hogwarts. You don't tell me about it though, because you don't trust me.
I decided to dress up tonight. I don't look as pretty as Cho does, but I look different than I do usually. My hair is less tangled than usual, and I'm wearing a bit of make up. My dress robes are quite old and frayed, but the colour does compliment my eyes slightly. But you are looking at Cho right now.
If I danced around in front of you, your eyes would probably drift to Cho. She's not that pretty really. She really doesn't love you at all. She just admires your courage, like I do.
There is nothing else. I'm dancing with Neville very near to you. I'm trying to make you notice that tonight I look prettier than usual, but you still haven't seen me. I'm still just invisible. I'm still just your brother's younger sister. I thought that you looked at me for a second there, but I've just noticed that Cho is dancing behind me. That makes sense.
A new song is playing now. Harry's sitting down.
"Neville, I'm a bit tired. Can we sit this one out?" I'm asking.
"Sure,"
I'm sitting opposite you. This is the last resort. I'm staring into your eyes, like I often do when nobody's looking. They're so green. The life in them, the curiosity has always stunned me. They always look curious and slightly rebellious. They don't look quite like any other eyes I've seen before. You never look into my eyes though, and if you do all you see is a brown sphere with a bit of brown and black on it.
This is the last attempt ever. I'm still staring at you. You're still looking at Cho and Cedric. I'm practically crying now, but you still don't look at me.
"I have to go, Neville."
I've given up.
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