Chapter 5
A scowl etched itself into her face as she tore down the hallway, away from her brother who had betrayed her for reasons that she couldn't explain.
Long, crimson layers of hair fluttered behind her head, bangs covering her steely gaze from the concerned gazes of other around her. She balled up her hands into fists at her sides, pressing them into the darkness of her skirt, angry tears threatening to spill in her eyes.
This wasn't fair, none of it was fair. She lifted a hand to wipe angrily at her eyes, sleeves rough and stinging to the sensitive skin around her eye. She quickly lowered her gaze to the ground, world around her fading to an annoying buzz in her ears as she made her way back to her own secluded seat.
She collapsed onto the seat after securely shutting the door behind her, pulling her knees us to her chest and letting out the smallest of whimpers.
"Why, what's wrong with me?" She mumbled quietly, silent tears streaming down her pale cheeks. She somehow couldn't help the way that she acted around Harry, he was all that she thought about, ever since she had first seen him all of those years ago.
The way he said her name drove her crazy, she could hardly get his voice out of her head, it would always say exactly what she wanted in that amazing way that he spoke, echoing in her ears and driving her mad. She would admit that it may have started as a bit of an obsession on the poor boy, she read everything she could find about him after she first heard his name. She purchased novels, read old newspapers and magazines, secretly of course so that she wouldn't be questioned. She found ways to study him as well without him noticing, it wasn't too difficult for her to do actually.
She could track his movements, she had hundreds of notebooks tucked away under her floorboards filled with details about the young ravenette. He was a few years older than her, she had the exact amount of months, days, hours, minutes, and seconds that he was older, his birthday scrawled down in the first few pages of one of her earlier notebooks..
She could never let anyone see any of them, they would ridicule her, laugh at her for the way that she idolized him. Some would say that she should do what she wanted, which she's done, but it's all been for him. She's spent years trying to find ways to appeal to him, showing up when he needed someone, trying to seem confident and powerful and a leader. She mastered quidditch for him, practicing for hours on end, reading on it, watching the games.
She adored him, but he didn't understand. No one did.
When they had finally started dating, she found herself studying him even more, taking more time to jot down notes about him, correcting her older notes. She may have noticed him growing distant to her, but it didn't matter because he was hers, and no one else's. No one else deserves him like she did. No one else treated him like he needed to be, he was special- is special, and perfect and hers, and only hers, forever hers.
So where did she go wrong exactly? It wasn't like he said something terrible when he told her that he was gay. It was all a hoax though, some stupid prank he had pulled, it was funny.
She laughed, it was a broken and sad laugh. Lacking emotion yet sounding absolutely maniacal at the same time. Her shoulders shook as she hunched over, fingers digging into her scalp, nails scratching at the roots of her locks.
The train came to a screeching halt, causing her to jolt in place, lifting her head after a moment, eyes blood red, hands slowly falling from her head. She once again shielded her face with her bangs, shutting them for a moment as she tried to control her breathing.
In. She would make Harry hers again.
Out. He would belong to her and only her, he doesn't need anyone else.
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