Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter

A/N: As much as I hate second-person stories, this just kind of hit me like a whirlwind and I wrote it. Please review, flames are accpetable, I probably deserve them.-Cole


You have watched him the whole year last year, you went out of your way to see him, you still do. You love his emerald eyes, his beautiful moon-white skin. You adore his black, messy hair and his perfect smile. He is everything you've ever wanted, and he is so much more.

But you didn't think he notices you. You watched as he followed that Chang girl around. But you don't have to worry about Cho anymore, after Sirius' death you know that he will never love Cho again, never could. This doesn't bring you pleasure, because now his heart belongs to Ginny. And you watch as the hug, they kiss. You tell yourself that they are perfect for each other. You tell yourself that you and him were never meant to be, will never be. You convince yourself that this is the case because you need to dull the pain in your heart somehow. And even though it hurts so much every time he smiles at you, you simply smile back and go on to talk about Snorkacks or nargels. And you know that he probably thinks that you are crazy, but you can't stop yourself. You love him and you don't know how to act around him. You've fallen in love with the one boy society won't allow you to have. They won't give you him because he is the hero and you are the freak and it just sounds wrong.

And so you hide your silvery tears, you feign happiness for Ginny. You pretend to love someone else, but you tell your cousins about him, they know of your infatuation with the boy who lived. And they know that you are crazy for it, but they don't say anything.

What you don't know is that he pines for you much like you pine for him. He loves you just as much as you love him. He is your equal in every way, and he needs to see your face. He watches you, he stares at you much like you do him, but fate won't allow your eyes to meet. And when you do stare into his perfect green orbs you simply blush and look away. You didn't know you could blush, but you do because you love him.

He loves you, he needs you, but you don't see that. The world does, Ginny and Hermione, and even Ron and Neville do. Ginny won't admit that her boyfriend loves her best friend and vice versa, but she sees it.

If only you knew, if only you saw his stares, then maybe life wouldn't be so bad. If only he held you, if only you could wipe away his tears, then maybe life would mean something. If only he would say something, then maybe both of you could stop pretending to be oblivious. I know that society doesn't like the idea of the Hero and the Freak, but they never really like fairy-tales anyway.