Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter (well…duh!) R&R!
I threw my keys on the table as I entered my apartment. Ralf, my dog, looked questioningly at me, usually I didn't return just as angry from work.
What did I just say? Angry? I wasn't angry. Of course I wasn't. Why would I be anyway? I had absolutely no reason to be. Really.
Ok, maybe a tiny one. But it was just pissing me off a little and that was it. Honestly, I don't know why I even mentioned it. Oh wait, I do.
He's getting married. Next week. And I found out only yesterday. He hadn't even invited me! God! Just how close-minded can someone be? On the other hand, it wouldn't be the wiser thing to do as our last encounter was nothing but friendly but nevertheless he was Harry and it was me for God's sake! This was insane.
I ran into him yesterday and so he told me. And invited me of course but it seemed kinda forced. In fact it was. Whatever Hermione says, I'm not going. And I'm mad at her too, she knew it all from the beginning and said nothing! And I saw that picture today at the Daily Prophet. Of them. Together. Announcing their wedding and smiling for the photographer.
The picture seemed familiar though. Oh yeah, we had taken one just like that some years before, only the smiling girl next to him was me not that…that…thing. Ironic really.
I ran to my bedroom – sprained my ankle on the way – and unburied a forgotten picture from my drawer. It was actually the one similar to that of the paper…
I looked at both of them for a moment. First mine and then the paper's. Tears threatened my eyes as ghosts of the past that I thought I had forgotten long ago came back into my life. This couldn't be happening. However I didn't cry.
I was better than that girl in the picture anyway. Her hair was flying all around her face like crazy, it was even worse than Hermione's and she was smiling in such a stupid way that someone would think she was Goofy's daughter, which I hoped she was. Her eyes were just plain brown and she didn't seem to acknowledge the use of make up. Luckily I couldn't see more of her.
i What does he like about her anyway? i/ I thought. i She isn't pretty. And she certainly isn't beautiful. Now that I think about it, she doesn't seem so smart either.
Ok, I'm starting to get a bit ridiculous here. I don't know her so I can't judge her. Right? I can't possible tell if she's smart or stupid or nice or bad or whatever. Although on second thoughts I would prefer it if she was a bitch. But she can't be. Because Harry is marrying her. He's such a nice guy and he must have put a lot of thought in this so… she is probably very nice.
Then why is it that I just…loathe her? Really. I do. I despise her stupid grin and her stupid hair and her stupid eyes. She's stupid in general.
She may be an angel in disguise, she may love Harry as I could never ever love him, she may even be his soul mate or something but I can't help myself.
I really hate her. And everything that has to do with her. Why the hell is it that Harry and I couldn't work it out but she could? Which brings me back to my fist statement. I really hate her. Perhaps I could think of a reason later. i/
I drew horns on her head and blacked out her tooth with a marker. Childish, I know. But she was such an easy target. And as I said I couldn't really control myself. In fact I think she looked better that way…
Besides, it was just one tooth. It didn't mean anything. I was just bored, I had nothing to do and I blacked people's teeth and drew horns on people's heads. That's all. Honestly.
Oh and did I mention, I don't really care about her. Or him. They both make me sick.
Sooo, what did you think of that one? It's pure randomness really, inspired by a song I heard recently. I think some people could relate to it… Anyways, R&R!