Faded
When I look across the room, seeing her laughing with her friends Harry, and my brother, she almost seems like a different person. That isn't the Hermione I know. The Hermione I know is harsh and distant, shes fed up with me, and you know what? I'm fed up with her too.
I'm fed up with her attitude toward me, I'm fed up with her constantly giving me dirty looks and starting malicious rumors about me. I don't exactly need all of Hogwarts knows I'm bi. I'm tired of her ditching me and ignoring me whenever I try to talk to her.
She tells everyone I like her and that I'm weird, and I do. I deny it of course, trying to get Lavender to side with me on this. Telling her, though she rarely talks to me, that I most certainly do NOT like Hermione. She believes me, and sides with me for a day. The next she ditches me for Hermione, telling her that I've spoken harsh things, and I most certainly didn't.
Now I'm getting impatient with Hermione and how she puts on that mask, in better terms, around her friends. How she pretends she isn't this evil moody source of drama. I hate how she pretends to be happy and never has any problems, that she can solve anything because shes so smart. What a joke.
Now the only person I can talk to is Harry. Harry and his beautiful eyes. Hermione had a phase where she was mad at everyone, even Ron and Harry. She took Ron back right away, but not Harry.
One morning at Quidditch practice Harry told me about Hermione and her distance from him. I nodded and told him it was going on with me as well. I never told him about Hermione's and my fling though.
As much as I hate her right now, I'm not the kind of person to ruin one's reputation.
What we had, Hermione, was special. I won't ever forget. Hell, I long for it. How you jumped my bones on the benches in the Quidditch Pitch. How you always used to suck my fingers before we shagged, how you pounced on my right in-front of Harry. Of course he told you to get off me, but you didn't care.
Last but not least, I will NEVER forget how we used to talk to each other. How we used to make up after a fight in less than two sentences. How no one could figure out why we were fighting, but they always tried to help us solve it.
You know, Hermione, we were probably the best couple Hogwarts had ever had, and no one knew about it.
Though I could always see it in Ron's eyes that he knew, so he never advanced any further than glancing at you during class. Harry probably knew, he could tell just by our flirty conversations and our constant staring at each other. How we would always link arms when going somewhere, and you'd never do that to anyone else.
Though all of thats over, and it's just a faded memory never to return. I'll keep that flame burning for you Hermione Granger, no matter what.
When I look across the room, seeing her laughing with her friends Harry, and my brother, she almost seems like a different person. That isn't the Hermione I know. The Hermione I know is harsh and distant, shes fed up with me, and you know what? I'm fed up with her too.
I'm fed up with her attitude toward me, I'm fed up with her constantly giving me dirty looks and starting malicious rumors about me. I don't exactly need all of Hogwarts knows I'm bi. I'm tired of her ditching me and ignoring me whenever I try to talk to her.
She tells everyone I like her and that I'm weird, and I do. I deny it of course, trying to get Lavender to side with me on this. Telling her, though she rarely talks to me, that I most certainly do NOT like Hermione. She believes me, and sides with me for a day. The next she ditches me for Hermione, telling her that I've spoken harsh things, and I most certainly didn't.
Now I'm getting impatient with Hermione and how she puts on that mask, in better terms, around her friends. How she pretends she isn't this evil moody source of drama. I hate how she pretends to be happy and never has any problems, that she can solve anything because shes so smart. What a joke.
Now the only person I can talk to is Harry. Harry and his beautiful eyes. Hermione had a phase where she was mad at everyone, even Ron and Harry. She took Ron back right away, but not Harry.
One morning at Quidditch practice Harry told me about Hermione and her distance from him. I nodded and told him it was going on with me as well. I never told him about Hermione's and my fling though.
As much as I hate her right now, I'm not the kind of person to ruin one's reputation.
What we had, Hermione, was special. I won't ever forget. Hell, I long for it. How you jumped my bones on the benches in the Quidditch Pitch. How you always used to suck my fingers before we shagged, how you pounced on my right in-front of Harry. Of course he told you to get off me, but you didn't care.
Last but not least, I will NEVER forget how we used to talk to each other. How we used to make up after a fight in less than two sentences. How no one could figure out why we were fighting, but they always tried to help us solve it.
You know, Hermione, we were probably the best couple Hogwarts had ever had, and no one knew about it.
Though I could always see it in Ron's eyes that he knew, so he never advanced any further than glancing at you during class. Harry probably knew, he could tell just by our flirty conversations and our constant staring at each other. How we would always link arms when going somewhere, and you'd never do that to anyone else.
Though all of thats over, and it's just a faded memory never to return. I'll keep that flame burning for you Hermione Granger, no matter what.