"She loves me," Viktor muttered as he sat in the field, staring up at the clouds, a little yellow daisy in his hands. Stupid lying flower. She would never love him! Hermione was much to good for him, and she knew it! OF course she did, it was only too obvious how wonderful she was. She does not, I know it, he thought, but tore off another petal anyways.
"She loves me not." Now that's more like it. She didn't love him, she never would, but in his heart, she would always be his one and only. His true love. Hermione...
Ever since last summer, he had known she would never feel this way about him, since she spent the whole summer talking about that Ron boy from Hogwarts. He was thinking of stopping the flower now, but why not see what it has to say?
"She loves me." More lies! More things to use to break his heart! More things to make him think of the studious, and yet beautiful girl who probably was not even thinking of him at this moment. The girl he thought about all the time.
"She loves me not." The thought did not depress him, it almost killed him. He felt as though his heart was no longer beating in his chest, and he knew where it was. Hermione held it in her hand, waiting in a few seconds of torture before she crushed it beneath her finger nails.
She wasn't such a great girl was she? Sure she was smart, and beautiful, and kind, and strong, and loyal and...
"She loves me." Maybe it wasn't such a lie, after all. Maybe he could make it the truth. Maybe, another summer with him and he could show her everything she meant to him. Maybe there was another way for her to love him. If he could only show her...
"She loves me not." The way she had said, "I don't know how I feel anymore, Viktor," told him it was true. The way she looked at him with those deep, dark brown eyes only confirmed it. The way she spoke of England and her friends and family, made him realize she would never leave England, and Viktor was not sure how willing he would be to leave Bulgaria, even for his beloved. Maybe he should settle with a local girl. How much easier that would be for him to be happy... But never in love.
"She loves me." What a hideous, despicable flower this was turning out to be! He had chosen the most beautiful one in the field, but who knew it would turn out to be such a horrible lying cheating plant. Raising his hopes, such as this was. He was only human, he was only a boy!
"She loves me not." The last petal. Of course, it was not true. It could never be true, that Viktor Krum, who had such luck with other things could ever be lucky with this one, at least with another flower, he would have had hope that Hermione would love him someday, but this stupid, hideous, liar of a daisy had taken it away from him. He finally wished something he had never before uttered, even when he was alone.
"I vish she vas in love vith me," he stated to the passing clouds. He knew it could never come true, but maybe if he wished hard enough, for long enough, they would meet someday and she would realize she loved him all along.
And he could proove the flower wrong.
"She loves me not." Now that's more like it. She didn't love him, she never would, but in his heart, she would always be his one and only. His true love. Hermione...
Ever since last summer, he had known she would never feel this way about him, since she spent the whole summer talking about that Ron boy from Hogwarts. He was thinking of stopping the flower now, but why not see what it has to say?
"She loves me." More lies! More things to use to break his heart! More things to make him think of the studious, and yet beautiful girl who probably was not even thinking of him at this moment. The girl he thought about all the time.
"She loves me not." The thought did not depress him, it almost killed him. He felt as though his heart was no longer beating in his chest, and he knew where it was. Hermione held it in her hand, waiting in a few seconds of torture before she crushed it beneath her finger nails.
She wasn't such a great girl was she? Sure she was smart, and beautiful, and kind, and strong, and loyal and...
"She loves me." Maybe it wasn't such a lie, after all. Maybe he could make it the truth. Maybe, another summer with him and he could show her everything she meant to him. Maybe there was another way for her to love him. If he could only show her...
"She loves me not." The way she had said, "I don't know how I feel anymore, Viktor," told him it was true. The way she looked at him with those deep, dark brown eyes only confirmed it. The way she spoke of England and her friends and family, made him realize she would never leave England, and Viktor was not sure how willing he would be to leave Bulgaria, even for his beloved. Maybe he should settle with a local girl. How much easier that would be for him to be happy... But never in love.
"She loves me." What a hideous, despicable flower this was turning out to be! He had chosen the most beautiful one in the field, but who knew it would turn out to be such a horrible lying cheating plant. Raising his hopes, such as this was. He was only human, he was only a boy!
"She loves me not." The last petal. Of course, it was not true. It could never be true, that Viktor Krum, who had such luck with other things could ever be lucky with this one, at least with another flower, he would have had hope that Hermione would love him someday, but this stupid, hideous, liar of a daisy had taken it away from him. He finally wished something he had never before uttered, even when he was alone.
"I vish she vas in love vith me," he stated to the passing clouds. He knew it could never come true, but maybe if he wished hard enough, for long enough, they would meet someday and she would realize she loved him all along.
And he could proove the flower wrong.