Disclaimer: Belongs to JK Rowling. Just mucking around.



I'm not jealous of her, not by a long shot.

Sure, she is smarter than me. Not that I am dumb or stupid. I'm clever in my own ways.

Not to sound vain or anything, but I'm prettier. Just looking at the two of us, we are as different as night and day. That hair. How any guy could find that appealing I will never know.

Everyone seems to like her. And that is I what I really don't understand. Her opinions and her beliefs are just so against the grain. It's also in the way that she puts them out there. She doesn't care who she's talking to. And if you are questioning or putting down those thoughts. Watch out. I don't know how that doesn't drive people away, but no, she seems to a have a whole lot of friends.

All of that doesn't matter. The one thing I don't understand at all is how she got him. Him. He's the archetype of the Pureblood male. Rich, good looking, smart and well mannered, to an extent. Why he went for her I will never be able to answer. He could have had anyone he wanted, me even. But no, he went for the Muggleborn.

I'll never forget the first time I saw them together. I was walking around the castle, heading towards the Quidditch pitch. And they were standing next to the lake. At the time I thought it was a bit odd. Then I thought they are the Head students, maybe they needed to discuss something. I almost contemplated going over to 'rescue' her from him, but then he put his arm around her and pulled her close.

That stopped me in my tracks as quick as lightening. I turned to walk away, then he kissed her. I couldn't believe it! I had never seen them having a conversation without ripping each other's head off, but here they were having a snog down by the lake.

I ran away, I didn't make it to Quidditch practice that morning. Harry and Ron questioned me endlessly about it. I just had to think about it. It was completely mind-boggling. I watched them over the next few days, and sure enough. There were a lot of secret glances, private smiles, and when one would disappear down a dark corridor, moments later the other one would follow. How I had never noticed it before? And how did Ron and Harry continue not to notice?

When they revealed their little relationship at the end of the school year, everyone was shocked for a while. But then they got over it. How? He was the son of a Death Eater, and she was a Muggleborn, best friends with Harry Potter.

Even now, five years later, I still don't understand it. They are getting married today, and of course I'm the devoted bridesmaid.

But this whole time I'm wondering, why her? Why'd he pick her?

Why not me?