"The World Is Not Thy Friend."
CHAPTER 2 - Hermione's POV
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN!
Have you ever had the feeling, that the world is against you? Have you ever just felt like giving up? Have you ever wished you had never met someone? Well, I have. My name is Hermione and I feel like that everyday, because of him.
Look at him. Just sitting there acting like everything is perfectly normal. How can he sit there looking so nonchalant when I'm sitting here feeling like someones tore my heart out my chest and split it into two? How can he look like that? So handsome, so... ARGHH! I don't know. He just looks so perfect, no he looks better than perfect, all the time. Why can he do this to me? He says one thing to me I stammer and I feel like my legs are made from jelly. It's infuriating to realise exactly how much he effects me. It's crazy. But I could never effect him that way. I mean I'm just a plain, bushy haired, bookworm whom he would never love. He is perfection, whereas I'm just plain ugly and fat. He has big, beautiful deep blue eyes which are like the sea and fiery red hair that I just want to run my fingers through, he likes sport especially Quidditch, he's clever when he applies himself, he's strategic, he's loyal, he's funny, he's sarcastic, he's him and him being him is just perfect and exactly how I want it to stay. He will never love me because he's perfect and I'm just not. We're complete opposites. He's sporty, I'm not. I like to read, he doesn't. He hates studying and doing homework so he leaves it to the last minute, I like doing my studying and homework early. I have absolutely no free time, and except for his Quidditch practice all his time is free time. We shouldn't be best friends, we're too different. But I think our many differences make us stronger. People probably look at us and wonder why such a perfect boy is hanging round the least perfect person ever. The reasons he will never love me are just so clear to me but everyone who knows or knew us tells me he loves me too. Maybe I should just tell him how I feel. If he does feel the same way I feel about him, then I'll be the happiest person in the world. But if he doesn't feel the same way I feel about him, then I'll be the most idiotic and most unhappy person in the world. Well, I'll just have to take my chances. Here I go.
"Hi, I need to tell you something." I say. Oh my wizarding God! I'm shaking at the sight of him.
"Hi, what do you need to tell me?" he asks looking more than a bit nervous.
"I love you." and I kissed him.
"I love you too." he said looking slightly dazed.
Maybe the world is my friend after all.