He Who Is Not Mine
By like a falling star
The next day isn't much better. There I am, minding my own business, walking from Herbology to Potions with my friend, "Ackerly, Stewart!", when something comes right up and slaps me in the face.
Not literally, of course.
It's Ron and Hermione, walking down the hall. They're on their way to Charms. I know, because I've had Ron's timetable memorized. He has his arm around her waist, and she is smiling.
Of course she is smiling. If the most gorgeous, perfect bloke in the world had his arm around my waist, I'd be smiling too.
Unfortunately, his arm is around another girl's waist. Not mine. I'm definitely not smiling.
I hear myself breathe in sharply.
"Are you alright?" Stewart asks.
"Yeah, I'm fine." I look down. I don't want to see them. Not together. I can still see their legs though, walking in perfect harmony. I'm walking, too, but my knees are stiff and I know I must look a sight, like I'm acting against the Imperius Curse. We're walking towards one another now, walking, walking, nearly walking past.
"Leia!"
I nearly jump three feet into the air. "Her-Hermione! Hello. And. Ron." I say it like I've just barely recalled his name.
He's looking at me, friendliness etched in his features. "Hello."
Hermione's looking at Stewart and I in surprise. "Leia! Stewart! I had no idea that the two of you got together already!"
I freeze. "Uh-what?"
Hermione smiles. She obviously has no idea what's going on. "When did you get together?"
Ryan blinks. "We're-we're not. that is. we aren't."
"Together." I finish lamely. This is not happening. This is not happening in front of The Boy of My Dreams.
"Oh! I'm sorry." Hermione looks genuinely apologetic. Ron is gazing at her, smiling. "I thought-I mean the two of you looked so."
"It's alright." Stewart says. He seems to be blushing, though I can't really tell. He looks nice when he's blushing. I find it sweet when a guy blushes.
Hermione gasps. "Oh! You know how the sixth and seventh year prefects [Author: I know, I said that they were in sixth year, but I've changed my mind. they're actually in the seventh year] are supposed to start patrolling the corridors in the evenings? Well, Professor McGonagall wants me to let you know that you're patrolling with Ginny Weasley this Friday. Is that alright?"
I nod. Ginny Weasley. Ron's sister. Somehow, whatever I do, everything somehow manages to relate to Ron.
"See you around," Stewart calls as we part. He smiles at me. "Nice girl, isn't she? Head Girl as well."
I force a grin. Don't I know that. Why does it seem that everywhere I go, Hermione Granger seems to be forcing her way into my life and forcing me out of it?
*
By like a falling star
The next day isn't much better. There I am, minding my own business, walking from Herbology to Potions with my friend, "Ackerly, Stewart!", when something comes right up and slaps me in the face.
Not literally, of course.
It's Ron and Hermione, walking down the hall. They're on their way to Charms. I know, because I've had Ron's timetable memorized. He has his arm around her waist, and she is smiling.
Of course she is smiling. If the most gorgeous, perfect bloke in the world had his arm around my waist, I'd be smiling too.
Unfortunately, his arm is around another girl's waist. Not mine. I'm definitely not smiling.
I hear myself breathe in sharply.
"Are you alright?" Stewart asks.
"Yeah, I'm fine." I look down. I don't want to see them. Not together. I can still see their legs though, walking in perfect harmony. I'm walking, too, but my knees are stiff and I know I must look a sight, like I'm acting against the Imperius Curse. We're walking towards one another now, walking, walking, nearly walking past.
"Leia!"
I nearly jump three feet into the air. "Her-Hermione! Hello. And. Ron." I say it like I've just barely recalled his name.
He's looking at me, friendliness etched in his features. "Hello."
Hermione's looking at Stewart and I in surprise. "Leia! Stewart! I had no idea that the two of you got together already!"
I freeze. "Uh-what?"
Hermione smiles. She obviously has no idea what's going on. "When did you get together?"
Ryan blinks. "We're-we're not. that is. we aren't."
"Together." I finish lamely. This is not happening. This is not happening in front of The Boy of My Dreams.
"Oh! I'm sorry." Hermione looks genuinely apologetic. Ron is gazing at her, smiling. "I thought-I mean the two of you looked so."
"It's alright." Stewart says. He seems to be blushing, though I can't really tell. He looks nice when he's blushing. I find it sweet when a guy blushes.
Hermione gasps. "Oh! You know how the sixth and seventh year prefects [Author: I know, I said that they were in sixth year, but I've changed my mind. they're actually in the seventh year] are supposed to start patrolling the corridors in the evenings? Well, Professor McGonagall wants me to let you know that you're patrolling with Ginny Weasley this Friday. Is that alright?"
I nod. Ginny Weasley. Ron's sister. Somehow, whatever I do, everything somehow manages to relate to Ron.
"See you around," Stewart calls as we part. He smiles at me. "Nice girl, isn't she? Head Girl as well."
I force a grin. Don't I know that. Why does it seem that everywhere I go, Hermione Granger seems to be forcing her way into my life and forcing me out of it?
*
