A/N: Well, here's my second H/Hr fic…written at about midnight (stupid little plot-bunnies are very evil at that hour)and in about twenty minutes(including a couple "wow, this sucks, I'm starting over" moments), so please forgive any spelling/grammar mistakes.
I know it's cliché, but… please read and review! I live for reviews!
This is fairly depressing. And short. FYI. For some reason, I can't think of any happy plots…
All I'll Ever Be
There he sits, in his favorite armchair. He's working on a potions essay, which I finished hours ago.
How is that he looks so care free when he's doing his schoolwork?
Perhaps that's the only time he's distracted from his real worries: Voldemort, the possibility of war, his duties as "hero".
Does he know that I have worries too? Does he know that I feel pain for him; about him?
Does he know that I love him?
I'm scared for him.
I'm scared that something might happen to him, obviously.
I'm even more scared that he'll never feel loved, even though he is.
But mostly, I'm scared that I'll never be able to give him the happiness he needs; the happiness he truly deserves, after all the hell he's been through his entire life. I'm scared that all I can do for him is give him a few friendly hugs and a kiss on the cheek. I'm scared that all I'll ever be to him is a best friend.
I feel so selfish for wanting that more than I want the other things. But I can't help it.
So I hide my heartache behind my outer shell of schoolwork and perfect grades, even though I'm falling apart inside.
And this is all I'll ever be.