One-shots [Harry Potter]

𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐁𝐞 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐞 [𝐇.𝐏]

!WARNINGS!

Sad stuff ig🤧

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I can't believe that I thought he'd ever like me back. I always ignored the warnings from my friends and the looks he gave that red-haired Weasley girl. I really thought that if I was always there for him, he'd like me back, but I was wrong, so, so wrong.

When Cho Chang had broken up with him, I was there to comfort him. I was with my friends in Hogsmeade when I saw Cho speeding out of Madam Puddifoot, and I just knew that something had happened between Harry and her. I then later found Harry sitting in front of the Gryffindor fireplace, so deep in thought, so I sat down with him, allowing him to explain what had happened. We cuddled in front of the fire for the rest of the night and I really thought that maybe, just maybe, he'd start to gain feelings for me. From that day we hung out more, getting closer every single day. When the school year had ended, I begged my parents to allow me to go to the burrow for the summer knowing that Harry would most likely be there. When I arrived I was met with a cold shoulder from Ginny, but a warm smile and hug from both Hermione and Ron.

It was late evening when Harry arrived, and I immediately rushed down the stairs, but Ginny had held out her foot making me trip over. She got to him first, and although I never thought anything about her action towards me that day, I thought it was an accident. I felt my heart sting when I saw the way Ginny wrapped her arms around Harry's torso and the way he squeezed her back, it was different from the way he and Hermione hugged, it seemed like there was a tint of Romance behind it.

That whole summer at the burrow got worst. Every day Ginny and Harry would speak in the garden, living room, bedroom, dining room and so on. I rarely got the chance to converse with him, and I knew Hermione could tell something was up with me. She had asked me if I was alright, and I decided I needed to explain everything to her. She agreed that Ginny was wrong for acting the way she did towards me and that Harry deserved someone like me, someone who had always been there for him since the start.

When the sixth year arrived, my feelings for Harry were still strong, and I still hoped that he'd like me back. The first few months were quite uneventful, apart from Quidditch and new classes. Although I found myself very happy one evening when I and Harry were finally alone. It was awkward at first, but we managed to keep our conversation going, eventually all the tension faded away. And from that day my feelings grew so strong, it felt like my heart would explode. I thought that maybe whatever was between Ginny and Harry was gone.

In the middle of spring, it was just me and him by the great lake, sitting down and enjoying each other's presence. We decided we'd have some fun, so we took off our T-shirts and jumped into the lake, splashing each other. Although we managed to somehow end up in each other's arms, our faces were close. I felt myself being pulled into him, our lips about to touch-

Then someone called out for him. That Weasley girl. He quickly let go of me and left, leaving me all alone. That day my heart broke into a million pieces. How could such a boy leave a girl in the great lake by herself, shivering, walking back to the castle? But still, my feelings were evident for the raven-haired boy. I hated myself for it.

Oh, how I loved him and hated him at the same time.

It was awkward between us after that incident, but nonetheless, we still managed to salvage our 'friendship'. I thought that there'd be another spark between us, but that thought was shut down when Ginny kissed him full on the lips after they'd won the Quidditch cup. I couldn't bare to look at the sight, so I ran off to the astronomy tower, watching the land that surrounded Hogwarts. Whilst life was so chaotic, it could be so peaceful at the same time.

I soon found out that Ginny and Harry were dating. I knew I shouldn't still like him, but I just couldn't stop. I went with him, Ron and Hermione to look for those Horcruxes during the war. When we went back to Hogwarts to fight in the war, we lost so many people. A part of me wished Ginny wouldn't make it, but I knew I shouldn't be thinking that. I felt terrible about that thought. It was obvious Harry had never liked me, it was always going to be Ginny. Everyone probably knew it since he saved her in the Chamber.

Now it's a year later and Ginny and Harry are going to be married, and probably have a few lovely children. I, on the other hand, am yet to find my true love. From the start, I should've known that 'His Heart Will Never Be Mine'.

- Y/n Y/l/n, 2/5/1999.

Harry dropped the diary on Y/n's bed. He felt his heart swell up, guilt filling his veins and head. He looked at himself in the mirror, and he felt like he wasn't looking at himself anymore. He could almost feel regret for choosing Ginny.

"Hey, Harry you ready?" Y/n called out to him, as she opened the door. Harry, startled, jumped back from the mirror. "You alright?"

"What- yeah, brilliant! Brilliant..." Harry trailed off the last word, looking at Y/n in the eyes. "I'm sorry, for everything"

"What are you talking about-

And there on her bed, was the diary opened. Y/n's cheeks turned red, looking away. "You know that wasn't any of your business to read what was in MY diary"

"I know, and I'm sorry for that as well" Harry apologised, looking down at his feet. "I feel awful for how I've been"

Y/n looked at Harry and took a step towards him. She took ahold of his hands and rubbed them softly. "It's alright, I'll manage through everything, you can't control your feelings sometimes-

"My heart always told me I loved you, but I never wanted to put you in any of my trouble" Harry rambled "I would choose you now if I could, god, I should-

"Harry, it's too late" Y/n sighed, letting go of his hands "I wish you the best with Ginny"

And she walked out of the bedroom, which was one of the hardest things she ever did in her life. Now Harry was left standing by himself, feeling like a clown for never telling her that he loved her as much as she loved him.

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Word count: 1152~

Idk, the idea popped into my head😛

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