A/N: I got the idea for this one day, so here it is. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, or the characters. If I did, I would be J.K. Rowling, who is richer than the Queen of England and beloved by all who read her books and watch her movies. That would be nice, but, sadly, it isn't so. Gah, just read the story.
She was the only one I had ever wanted. She was the one. Smart and funny, inexplicably charming, the best friend I'd ever had, other than Harry, of course. I didn't know why I liked her so much. In had become increasingly important to me over the years. The number of times she had saved my life, and the number of times I had saved hers, the number of times we'd gone through trials and pain and suffering with Harry, were all part of it. We'd be connected for the rest of our lives. But I wanted more than that.
I wanted to know the feel of her lips on mine, the knowledge that she was my girlfriend, the thought that no matter what happened, we would always be there for each other. I wanted to know that we were meant to be.
Of course, that would never happen as long as we stayed this way, as friends. I could never jeopardize our friendship by kissing her, or asking her out as more than a friend. I would most likely ruin it, and make her uncomfortable. I could never do that too us.
So I'll watch from over here. It can't be so bad, just being friends. I'll still be here, and she'll be here, too. She won't be my girlfriend, but my best friend. She'll never kiss me, unless it's just a kiss on the cheek for good luck. She'll never be more than a girl who is my friend.
Don't look now, but she's coming over here. Her eyes are red; has she been crying? I'll kill whoever made her cry. I'll pound them into a pulp and leave them in the trash bin for the house elves to clean up. She's got her head down now. And now she's running too me. Merlin's beard, she's throwing her arms around my neck! She's crying into my shirt; I can feel the tears through my shirt. I'm looking down at her.
"'Mione, What's wrong? Who made you cry?" I demand.
She looks up. "Malfoy is being a huge git, and….I need you." My heart skips a beat. She can't possibly mean she needs me in the way that I need her, can she?
"I need my best friend." My heart sighs, and I grimace slightly. That's what I'll always be. Just the best friend, nothing more. I would never be able to kiss her, to hold her, to comfort her as a boyfriend and not just a friend. It would always be the same. Right now she needed me. And I could never say no.
"Come on, Hermione. Let's get out of here."
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