hermione_0123_harry

In my third year, I became infatuated with a boy. A boy I knew I couldn’t have, no matter how hard I tried. You see, he was in love with someone else. You could see it in his eyes. Every time he looked at her, the hunger in his eyes, as if just the sound of her voice would send him in a dizzying spiral. There was something else. He was my best friend.