Foolish
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It hurts to love something you can never have.
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How can love, this simple yet complex emotion control you this way? It makes your breath catch and your heart stop. Your throat goes dry and all you can think about is how not to make a fool of yourself. Don't trip or stutter you remind yourself again. She might think you are a fool.
A fool.
Fool.
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The only thought that ran through his head as he sat across from her, watching her smooth hands rush across the paper, scribbling words which turned into sentences, was Why couldn't he just touch her?
Why couldn't those soft hands brush his hair back?
And those lips kiss away his doubts?
With a shake of his head, he pushed out the silly thoughts. She was too much of a friend to even consider liking him. She had told him so herself, unknowingly breaking his heart and scattering his dreams to dust.
She had been all he wanted since…
Well, since he could remember.
Ron focused his gaze on his blank piece of paper, when her laugh echoed through his ears. A sound he never tired to hear. He looked back up with a questioning stare.
"Ron, you haven't even started." She smiled. "I've finished and even Harry is half done. What have you been doing this entire time?
Watching me?"
And even though it was a joke, Ron couldn't help but blush because he had. He had watched her the whole time, caught up in some teenage crush which seemed to have him wrapped around its very finger.
A stuttering response sprung to his lips, "no… I was…I…simply…" Ron glanced to his left, finding the book he was going to research in… before he got caught up. "Well, actually, I was researching."
Hermione stared at him a few more seconds, before shaking her head and rolling up her parchment. "Okay, Ron," she said with a laugh. "I believe you."
Ron watched her, watching every single movement she made. The way her hair fluttered down into her brown eyes. The way her dark eyelashes brushed porcelain cheeks, the way pale hands placed withered paper into overstuffed bags. The way lips brush Harry's cheek.
The way lips brush Harry's cheek.
"See you love," she whispers into his ear.
See you love.
He was such a fool to think that she would ever love him like she loved Harry the great hero. Harry the wonderful. Harry the Magnificent.
He was foolish.
Foolish.