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Suicide Of A Princess
It's was getting late, but I didn't care. My life would soon be over, it was all his fault. WHY WOULDN'T HE LISTEN? WHY WOULDN'T HE CARE? That was all I wanted to know! All I cared about! He left me, so life would soon be over. As I sat in the common room, looking out the window I thought. For weeks people had been 'concerned', or at least tried to pretend to be. My grades had dropped; I got a T on a recent paper. They didn't really care though! They didn't know, or understand! As thunder rolled over the sky, I remembered.
"Hey 'Mione, Ron, guess what!"
"What?"
"I have a date!"
"R-really!" I said, choking on the pumpkin juice I was drinking.
"Blimey, mate, with who?"
"Three guesses, Ron!" I said sarcastically, knowing it had to be that crybaby of a bitch, Cho.
"Cho?" He guessed, unsure if he'd be right or not.
"No, not quite. . ." This surprised me, I was sure it was Cho, but then who? ". . .well, but, well, Ron, er, you're my best friend, don't get mad, or blow it out of proportion. . ."
"What are you rambling about, mate?" I looked at him, disgusted at his stupidity, of course, it was Ginny, or Harry wouldn't have said that.
"Ron! DUH! Ginny!" I screamed rolling my eyes. Ginny? Not that we weren't good friends and all, but he could do much better than Ginny! She was a full year under him!
"GINNY! NO WAY MAN! HARRY! I'LL BLOODY KILL YOU!" Ron screamed, chasing Harry around the large tree we were sitting under. I laughed and laid back, watching them behave so juvenile. I was so perfect, so. . .sweet. . .smart. . .what most would call, a perfect princess. Well, this princess went astray somewhere. I sat up as I saw Ginny crossing the lawn. She saw Ron and ran after him.
"Ron! RON! Ron! RON! Oh my God! Leave him alone!" She said pulling out her wand. Ron let go of the strangle hold he had on Harry's neck.
"Sorry, but, well, if he touches you! So help me God!" He yelled letting go and rounding on his little sister.
"Ron, give it a rest! I'm sixteen! I've dated more guys than you could count, and Harry's probably the best one yet! Would you rather it be someone else, or your best friend?" She gave him a look that pretty much said 'Oy, why don't you get a grip?!'
"Yeah, yeah, Gin, you're right, sorry mate." He said as Harry got to his feet and hugged Ginny. I stood up too, and gathered my things. I stuffed them into my bag, which I slung over my shoulder.
"Guys, I need to go to the library. Bye." I don't know why I wasn't supportive. I should've been happy. I should've wanted to be nice to Ginny. But I didn't. I wasn't. I couldn't be. She stole him from me. I loved him and she ripped him away. Then I shook my head and beat myself up for thinking these things as I walked back up to the common room. I really had nothing to do in the library, I think I might have read every book not in the restricted section anyways. When I entered the common room I felt miserable. Harry was my best friend, even if he wasn't mine, I don't want to be angry, or jealous, I should just be happy. . .but I couldn't be happy, I felt too cold.
A/N- Thanks for reading, I'm open to constructive criticism, and I've never posted but one story before this, so the more reviews the more happy monkeys I give away! REVIEW PLEASE! IF YOU DON'T I WILL BE FORCED TO HUNT YOU DOWN AND PERFORM A CERTAIN UNFORGIVABLE, SOOOOO. . .
Suicide Of A Princess
It's was getting late, but I didn't care. My life would soon be over, it was all his fault. WHY WOULDN'T HE LISTEN? WHY WOULDN'T HE CARE? That was all I wanted to know! All I cared about! He left me, so life would soon be over. As I sat in the common room, looking out the window I thought. For weeks people had been 'concerned', or at least tried to pretend to be. My grades had dropped; I got a T on a recent paper. They didn't really care though! They didn't know, or understand! As thunder rolled over the sky, I remembered.
"Hey 'Mione, Ron, guess what!"
"What?"
"I have a date!"
"R-really!" I said, choking on the pumpkin juice I was drinking.
"Blimey, mate, with who?"
"Three guesses, Ron!" I said sarcastically, knowing it had to be that crybaby of a bitch, Cho.
"Cho?" He guessed, unsure if he'd be right or not.
"No, not quite. . ." This surprised me, I was sure it was Cho, but then who? ". . .well, but, well, Ron, er, you're my best friend, don't get mad, or blow it out of proportion. . ."
"What are you rambling about, mate?" I looked at him, disgusted at his stupidity, of course, it was Ginny, or Harry wouldn't have said that.
"Ron! DUH! Ginny!" I screamed rolling my eyes. Ginny? Not that we weren't good friends and all, but he could do much better than Ginny! She was a full year under him!
"GINNY! NO WAY MAN! HARRY! I'LL BLOODY KILL YOU!" Ron screamed, chasing Harry around the large tree we were sitting under. I laughed and laid back, watching them behave so juvenile. I was so perfect, so. . .sweet. . .smart. . .what most would call, a perfect princess. Well, this princess went astray somewhere. I sat up as I saw Ginny crossing the lawn. She saw Ron and ran after him.
"Ron! RON! Ron! RON! Oh my God! Leave him alone!" She said pulling out her wand. Ron let go of the strangle hold he had on Harry's neck.
"Sorry, but, well, if he touches you! So help me God!" He yelled letting go and rounding on his little sister.
"Ron, give it a rest! I'm sixteen! I've dated more guys than you could count, and Harry's probably the best one yet! Would you rather it be someone else, or your best friend?" She gave him a look that pretty much said 'Oy, why don't you get a grip?!'
"Yeah, yeah, Gin, you're right, sorry mate." He said as Harry got to his feet and hugged Ginny. I stood up too, and gathered my things. I stuffed them into my bag, which I slung over my shoulder.
"Guys, I need to go to the library. Bye." I don't know why I wasn't supportive. I should've been happy. I should've wanted to be nice to Ginny. But I didn't. I wasn't. I couldn't be. She stole him from me. I loved him and she ripped him away. Then I shook my head and beat myself up for thinking these things as I walked back up to the common room. I really had nothing to do in the library, I think I might have read every book not in the restricted section anyways. When I entered the common room I felt miserable. Harry was my best friend, even if he wasn't mine, I don't want to be angry, or jealous, I should just be happy. . .but I couldn't be happy, I felt too cold.
A/N- Thanks for reading, I'm open to constructive criticism, and I've never posted but one story before this, so the more reviews the more happy monkeys I give away! REVIEW PLEASE! IF YOU DON'T I WILL BE FORCED TO HUNT YOU DOWN AND PERFORM A CERTAIN UNFORGIVABLE, SOOOOO. . .