None of these characters are mine. All Jk Rowling's.
I wrote this after hearing the song Heather by Conan Gray for the first time. Listen to it while reading this, or before hand. It would make much more sense, but you don't have to.
Pov: Ginny's View
I remember the third of December, you gave me your sweater. You told me I looked better with it on then you did. You didn't know how much I liked you, but I sighed as she walked by. You only have eyes for her, don't you Harry?
It's a sight for sore eyes. She has you mesmerized. You claim to be just friends, but I see the way you look at her. It kills me.
Would you ever kiss me? I'm not even half as pretty, she has natural beauty. You give her your sweater, it's just polyester, but you like her better. She is your best friend. I'm just a stranger, your best friend's sister.
I watch when you walk along the paths of Hogwarts, she grabs your hand. You put your arm around her shoulder, it just makes me colder.
How could I hate her for this? She doesn't mean it. She is an angel, trying to help house elves. Then again, kind of wish she was dead. As you walk by, it kills me how your hand doesn't leave hers.
You give her your sweater, it's just polyester, but you like her more.
Wish I were Hermione..
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I've had Heather by Conan Gray stuck in my head for about 2 days now, so I thought I would write a song-fic about it. I don't ship Hinny, so just imagine that this is Ginny being jealous of HarryxHermione.
Anyway, happy late Thanksgiving (if you celebrate it).
-Lizz