Disclaimer：This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Every time I see them together, I want to throttle his neck, and then curse him with every single hex I knew. Knowing this, I still somehow always found myself on the front porch of The Burrow. Every Sunday, Molly Weasley would have her entire family over for supper. I, of course, would always be insisted to come for the festivities.
And every time, they would be there, holding hands, or snogging each other senseless in front of the entire family. I would be longing to be the one in his place, to be the one holding the love of my life, never letting her go.
Perhaps I am part of the blame this. If I hadn't neglected her all those years in Hogwarts, only thinking of her as my best friend's tag-along baby sister; then maybe, just maybe, she'd be with me instead of in the arms of my sworn school enemy.
But by the time I had noticed her beautiful face, womanly curves, shining copper hair; it was already too late. She'd found comfort in another man's arms, leaving me behind watching her with longing eyes, wishing what never was.
Authors Note: Plz review, this is my first fanfic!