Don't-

You took him. You stole him from me.

Don't look at me, your brown eyes so wide and innocent. You made him break my heart. You made him chose you.

Don't blink and ask me why. Stop pretending Hermione….or should I call you sweet heart? He called me that too you know. On dark nights when I'd sneak into his room and we'd lay there in the quite and talk about death and his fears….always his fears…..never mine….

Now my biggest fears come true.

Don't cry for me because I know you don't mean it. I know you don't mean it. I know you'll run out of here in a minute and go to him. He'll hold you until your tears stop and run his fingers through your hair. Then you'll look into his eyes, those deep green eyes, and he'll smile at you and you'll smile back because that's what everyone does when Harry smiles at them.

The you forget me. Simple as that.

Don't lie to me Hermione, I know you will.

He's already forgotten me. Did he even know who I was to begin with?

You always knew you'd get him didn't you? Because Hermione Granger always gets what she wants. You always have to be the best…..you always have to win…..don't you Hermione? You never, ever, lose.

You couldn't stand that I finally had something you didn't have. I know it drove you crazy.

I was always so much less. Than you. Less in brain. Less in looks. Less money. Less in everything that mattered.

And you couldn't stand him having less than he deserved right? That was it wasn't it Hermione? Wasn't it? You couldn't bear having Harry having less than the absolute best.

So you decided you'd take him.

I knew what you wee doing. I could see your eyes linger on him…. Your hands brushed together more than friends hands should.

Yet you kept saying how happy for you were for me. For us! You kept sitting on my other side at dinner and kept whispering to me in the halls.

Didn't you know I knew?

Don't open your mouth. It's to late to apologize. It won't work this time. To me your words are just as empty as before.

And I'm empty now. I can't feel anything but this cold. The cold old ache. It's as cold as his words were that day.

You took him from me leaving nothing at all. Not a thing.

Don't act like your sorry because I know your not. I know your thrilled and happy because he finally picked you. You don't care how cold I am and how alone I feel. You don't care at all.

Sure a little part of you may be the smallest bit sorry. But in awhile you'll forget me and you'll forget my pain. You'll forget how cold I am and how we used to laugh. He'll forget I loved him.

please Hermione, please don't take him

Please don't let me be so cold

Don't leave me alone!

There that was the first of my new series The Women Of Hogwarts. Please review and request whoses story you'd like to see next!