But, It Was You

Author's Notes: Hey readers. Hope you all enjoy this one-shot, the second one I've wrote. It happens to be my favourite piece of work to date and is inspired by a girl I once knew. Many thanks to her and my BETA-reader, Oldoverholt, who's great! I'd like to dedicate this one-shot to the good riddance to a constant pain in the neck...hurray! Anyway enjoy it and review

But, It was You

"Don't worry about me, I'll be okay, you'd better go... Padma will be waiting; she'll start worrying."

"What's wrong? Well... to be honest I'm not really sure. In fact I'm not even certain if I should tell you of all people."

"Well...yes...you are involved. I don't blame you for it. It's my fault for being so immature. I don't hate you for it, but I think I hate her. You know? I feel envious when I look at her. She's everything I could never be. She is my sister, so I suppose I almost hate her for being perfect. She dates!!! Oh god, if mum and dad knew it they'd kill her. Did you know our parents are orthodox Hindus?"

"You didn't know? No, I didn't think you did. She doesn't tell anyone. She's so lucky she gets away with dating... I try to be a good daughter, you know? I try so hard. And yet, she wipes the floor with me in every category. We're identical, but somehow she's beautiful and I'm not. All the boys flirt with her; it just confirms the fact that I'm ugly. She's in Ravenclaw, among all those intelligent beings that do so well and she so brilliantly fits in. She's always been clever, much more than I ever was, am or will be."

"Don't tell me I'm wrong. I know it's true...she's clever and beautiful... and popular. Oh yes...I forgot about her popularity...How could I forget that crowd of friends which I always see surrounding her? She makes friends so easily...it's so damn unfair."

"Who are you trying to kid? Things will never change. I loathe myself for not being her. I haven't got the guts to ask someone out...then again I haven't had many offers, so..."

"You know? I only just realised all this, about how pathetic my life is and how great hers is. The class was lined up, waiting to go into transfiguration. I stood a little way away from the crowd, suddenly a loner. There she was...with you. I wouldn't really have burned so much inside if it had been someone else, but....it was you. And when that 5^th year walked past and called it sweet and ruffled her hair. I felt so jealous, when you laughed together. At that moment I wanted to live her life so much....I'd like to tell you that I wanted it because she was perfect in every single way. But no, I'm not going to lie...I wanted to be her because she was kissing... you. She was kissing you so deeply, like she was pouring her soul into you, neither of you took any notice of anyone else. You could see nothing and no one apart from yourselves...I wanted to die."

"So...now you know why I'm sitting here while the Christmas Ball carries on without me. That explains why I'm sitting here at the foot of the stairs, mascara running, hair a mess, my dress dotted with my tears and looking like someone's idea of a nightmare. That's it. I don't expect you to do any more....you've already listened to me. I don't expect you to return my feelings, Harry. That was never what I set out to do..."