"Invisible Man" is © Dane DeViller, Sean Hosein, and Steve Kipner. It is performed by the group 98 Degrees and can be found on their self titled debut album. For a long time, this song has had special meaning to me, and has been designated one of my songs, for much the same reason it's being used here. As usual, if you have read my stories before, all the same disclaimer's apply. This is a Slash Fic. If you have a problem with it, don't read it, I don't respond to Flames. Please read and review! Reviews keep me writing. All characters and settings contained herein are © J.K. Rowling, save those you don't recognized. Alright enough of my rambling, on with the Story…
Invisible Man
I sit here, Every day. I watch him. Quietly longing to hold him in my arms. It seems kind of funny if you ask me, that I, who have loved him for all of these years, should be the only one he doesn't see. It's kind of hard to watch him, as he is steadily falling for her, knowing inside how much I love him, but not being able to say a word. I don't want to scare him, or ruin any of his chances.
You can hardly wait to tell all your friends,
How her kisses taste sweet like Wine.
And how she always makes your heart skip a beat,
Every time She walks by….
And if you're feeling down,
She'll pick you up.
She'll hold you close,
When you're making love.
She's everything you've been dreaming of…
Oh Baby…
It's almost commons knowledge that they've had sex. Not that it's a big deal, But I, being his best friend, was the one who got to hear every detail. How wonderful it felt, how beautiful she looked in the candle light, and how nice it felt when she held him after the act was over. I kept my cool, which was a hard thing to do, considering I felt like I was going to cry. It was in that moment that I knew I hated her. I wanted so much to be the one to hold Harry after making love to him. I wanted to be the one to hold him no matter what the situation.
I see them in the halls all the time… the way he looks at her… the look of pure and unadulterated love within those amazingly green eyes. I'd give anything if, just once, those eyes… those beautiful eyes, would share that look with me.
I wish you'd look at me that way,
Your beautiful eyes looking deep into mine,
Telling me more than any words can say…
But, you don't even know I'm alive…
Baby to you,
All I am,
Is the Invisible Man.
Coming back from class, I stopped to see them talking in the hall. I snuck a little closer so I could hear their conversation, so that maybe I could see what has him so hypnotized by her. They were talking about absolutely nothing. There were moments when neither one of them spoke at all. I don't understand it really. How can someone be so wrapped up in a conversation that doesn't even count as a conversation. I guess maybe it's just the fact that they're together. That they're sharing time with each other. I wish I knew the feeling… but I have a feeling I never will.
You probably spend hours in the halls,
Talking 'bout nothing at all.
It doesn't matter what the conversation,
Just as long as she's there.
Lost in a love so real,
And so sincere.
You wipe away each other's tears.
Your face lights up,
Whenever she appears…
Oh Baby…
Every time I talk to him, all I hear about is how wonderful she is, how she makes him feel, And it's so hard for me to sit there and listening to him. I find myself having to stare at his nose so I don't make eye contact with him. I'm afraid that if he looks in my eyes, he'll see everything, and that will be the end of our friendship. Even still, without looking in his eyes, I find I have to bite my lip, sometimes so hard it draws blood, to keep myself from screaming out the three words I long to tell him.
He told me once that he felt so comfortable around her that he cried. I don't remember what exactly the reason he had to cry, but I remember how he said that she held him close and she gently touched his face, wiping away his tears. All I could think about was all the times I had done the same for him. All the quiet times at night when he woke up in tears and the only way I could calm him was to hold him and rock him gently. To tell him it would all be ok. To wipe away his tears. Now that she was here, did that mean nothing? Did that mean that he didn't need me anymore. I just don't know. I always thought that we'd be friends forever, and that maybe, possibly, he loved me too. I mean there were times when I would look in his eyes, And I swore I could see a small spark of something. I guess I must have been mistaken….
I wish you'd look at me that way,
Your beautiful eyes looking deep into mine,
Telling me more than any words can say…
But, you don't even know I'm alive…
Baby to you,
All I am,
Is the Invisible Man.
Forever Confused,
Ronald Weasley.