He Had Known

He had known

by Chop Suey.

He had known. Even if I had denied it, he knew that I had loved him. It had been written all over my face and yet, he had not reacted. He had not uttered a word. He had remained indifferent towards me.

I had done everything I could to win his heart. I had tried talking to him, but he wouldn't listen. I had cried for him, but he didn't care. I had thrown myself at his feet but he chose to ignore me. Oh, why hadn't he loved me? Why hadn't he cared?

At night, when I had been in my bed, I would let my dreams take over reality. I had dreamt of him so many times, his mouth uttering words of love, his touch, his vivid green eyes and his black midnight hair. But fantasies aren't true, even if I had forced myself in believing so. Matters worsened when my friends began taunting me because I had been moaning his name in my sleep.

I had loved him so much it hurt.

He had known that I had loved him. That idiot, he had known.

I had seen him with many girls, and I had become insanely jealous. I had not wanted to speak to him anymore, I had not wanted to see him, but for some bizarre reason I cannot explain I had still loved him. I had wanted to be his wife, his lover, but he had wanted nothing to do with me. According to him, I was just his best friend's little sister, and because of that I had begun to hate him.

He had known.

He had known and yet he had said nothing.

I had loved him and yet he had remained indifferent.

Many years had passed and I had started not thinking about him anymore. Other boys replaced him in my dreams. Nonetheless, whenever I saw him, the lust I had had for him all those years came rushing back. But he hadn't loved me, and I would have been a fool to waste years of my life on a man who didn't love me. So I had left. I had left without knowing that he loved me back.

When I had returned home two years later, he had confessed his undying love for me and had asked forgiveness for not having mentioned it before.

He loved me.

He had grown into a handsome man. But I didn't let that distract me. Oh no, I wouldn't fall into he same trap I had fallen so many years back. I would not give my heart to him. He was just using me because he knew I was vulnerable....

He loved me with all his heart. And I had loved him.

When I had loved him, he had hated me and when he had begun to adore me I had already started loathing him.

Isn't it ironic?

And he had known it all along.

Farewell, Harry Potter. Better luck next time.

Yours, Ginny Malfoy.