Why

You listlessly walked to the door of your flat. When you opened the door, you regretted taking so long. Standing in the hallway was Hermione, soaked from the rain, her eyes red-- obviously crying-- and her hair a mess. You quickly took her into your arms, and brought her into your apartment. Without wasting a minute, you bring her the fluffiest of your towels--equipped with a warming spell-- and a hot cup of tea.

You don't need to ask her what's wrong. You already know. He did it to her...again. This was the fourth time this year, and it was only April. You don't know why she always goes back to him. She says it's because she loves him. Although you believe her, you have a slight theory f your own. You think that she believes no one else could love her. No one else could kiss her and hold her and be with her the way he does. She has no idea how wrong she is.

Every time your heart is broken by the fool,

I want you to know that it hurts me too.

You close your eyes as you hold her, afraid that if you open them, you will expose what you really feel. You know how much this is hurting her, its hurting you just the same. He did it again, you think to yourself, I can not believe he did it again.

She slowly pulls away from the embrace, you regretfully follow. Words seem to have escaped you quickly, but you manage to ask her what happened. She tells you that she came home from her teaching job at the village for lunch, and saw him with her again. She began to cry as she tells you that they didn't even bother to go somewhere else, they did it in her bed! The one she bought. With the money she earned selling collectibles of his collectable items.

You look up form the ground and into her eyes. You don't care anymore, let her see you cry. You have known each other for over 10 years, what's the harm? Silence consumes the room, but you don't mind, it isn't awkward as it is with anyone else. Even when you are with him it is not the same. No one is like her, not at all. She doesn't deserve this. He doesn't deserve her. You don't even know if you deserve her, but you want to find out.

You slowly wipe a tear away from her cheek. You notice that the tears are coming a lot slower, and that a small smile is forming on her lips. She does the same to you, wiping away the tears you are shedding for her. You slowly lean in towards her lips, but turn away at the last moment and kiss her on her tear stained cheek.

It's hard to wipe your tears away,

Knowing that you should be with me.

Now tell me why...

She knows its time to leave as she slowly takes the towel off her lap, and puts on her coat. You lend her an umbrella so she does not further her chances for a cold and she thanks you. You say your goodbyes and watch her as she leaves, most likely to go back to him. You stare at the door for what seems like hours after she goes, hoping, praying, wishing that she would come back and tell you that she loved you, that he didn't deserve her, and that she wanted to be with you forever.

Why, why are we still friends,

When everything says we should be more than we are?

And tell me why,

Every time I find someone that I like,

We always end up just being friends.

Sometimes, late at night, you try to imagine life without her. Life without the constant tears and the frequent upsets. You wonder what life would be like if he were gone, with his awful gray eyes and his disgusting white hair and you had her all to yourself. You try to imagine but you can't. You know that if he were gone, she would fine someone new.

She doesn't need you, she never did and she never will. At least that is what you think. You don't remember that you were the first to ever be friends with her, and the first to ever hug her, and the first to ever let her kiss you. There are so many things you don't remember. Selective memory takes over, and you see her with him. You see the way she looks at him, with longing eyes, and the way she smiles when she is around him, and the tears she cries when he hurts her.

You curse him in your bed. Saying horrible words and names that even Ron would see with distain. You sigh as you think of Ron. He has no idea what is going on. Although you talk to him frequently, he doesn't know of the tears that she cried for that...that...ferret.

You begin to cry at the thought of what might have been. If you had just old her years ago, she may not be with him. She may be with you, or maybe even someone else, but not with him.

I would hate for you to find somebody new,

Who you really love, cause it would mean losing you.

But am I a fool girl not to see,

If I'm always scared I'll lose you anyway.

Four weeks have passed in complete silence. He has not done it again. Or at least, she has not seen him do it again. She comes to visit again, but this time there are on tears, or "almosts." This time you do kiss her. You tell her what you think, you tell her of the tears you have cried for her, and the nights you have longed for her to be with you.

She does not say a thing.

She quietly picks up her things and leaves. You have done it again. You lost her for the second time in your life. You walk numbly to the couch and sit down. "Better to have loved and lost then to have never loved at all." What a fool, you think. You loved her with all of your heart and you got nothing in return. Nothing at all.

You hear a soft moan coming form the hallway and slowly make your way to the door. When you open it, you are shocked.

Next to the door, is where she lays, her hair in a knot and her face covered in tears. You think back and notice that this is the same she looked a month ago. Except these tears, they are not tears from disloyalty. These are tears of love. You take her into your arms, and tell her you never want to let go. You tell her that you love her too much.

When you wake up the next morning, she is gone. You look around to see that the clothes that were so vigorously tossed about the night before are in a neat pile on a chair. Atop your clothes is a small note, written in her loopy handwriting. You drop to the floor, your knees no longer capable of holding you up, the words flashing in your head, over and over.

"He loves me too much. They were just accidents. I'm sorry. Goodbye."

Why, why are we still friends,

When everything says we should be more than we are?

~fin~

A/N

Hope you liked it!! That song is always so sad to me, and I thought it would make a good fic. I think it was pretty obvious who the people were so no need to explain this. Please Review!!!!!!!!!