Blind To The Eye

Looking back I feel so stupid.

This present seemed so impossible in that past.

Now I realise, that it wasn't meant to be.

* * *

"...so will you be my girlfriend then, Penny?"

"I don't know, Percy. I've been hurt too many times before by people I cared about. My muggle friends, even my family..."

"But I wouldn't do that to you, I promise!"

"Really?"

"Yes, I love you; I would never do anything to hurt you."

* * *

Why do people do that?

Make promises they do not intend to keep?

What he said is not true now, and I am beginning to doubt it ever was.

We started off by meeting in secret, not telling anyone about us.

He wrote to me continuously over the summer.

We met up a few times, and went for walks and picnics.

It was nice to be so open.

Then it was back to Hogwarts, and secrets again.

One day, not that long into term, his little sister, Ginny I think her name was, walked in on us in a classroom.

* * *

"Oh my God, Percy! What are you doing? Wait until I tell Fred and George!"

"No, wait, you can't tell anyone, Ginny!"

"Why not?"

"You just can't. You have to promise me that."

* * *

To my knowledge, Ginny never got a proper answer to her question.

I never got an answer to that question.

Now I look back, it seems I was just a distraction. Something to keep his mind off of the ridicule his brothers frequently submitted him to.

That was the year I got petrified.

When I was finally cured with the Mandrake potion things changed.

I can see now that over the time I was in the infirmary, we had somehow grown distant. I didn't feel it at the time, but now I suppose Percy did.

That summer we didn't meet up.

We still wrote, although the letters got less.

I didn't think anything of it.

Our meetings at school the next year got fewer.

Percy said it was due to his duties as head boy.

I tried to be supportive of this, but now I'm not too sure.

Summer came again, but the letters didn't, well, except one.

* * *

Dear Penelope,

I feel that our relationship has run its course. As you know, I started my job at the Ministry, and I have no spare time for such things as-

* * *

That's when it got thrown in the fire.

That's when I realised that I had, like so many times before, been used.

Percy no longer needed a distraction; he had a full time job to keep him occupied.

One thing I can't explain though.

I've never cried over Percy.

Not then, when I received that letter, and not now, as I lay here writing this.

Love and compassion are just figments of imagination.

Tricks your mind plays with your subconscious.

I see that now.

But now is too late.