Pretending
by Ireth Hollow
I know he pretends all the time: his kisses, his smiles, his caresses, his hugs, … Everything he does for me is nothing more than a lie. It couldn't be any other way: Hermione Granger had already stolen his heart before I even tried to. And yet it's my hand he holds, it's my mouth he kisses, it's my skin he feels. He's with me, even though he can't hide how much more attracted he feels by her voice and presence.
I don't blame him. I know he tries hard, I know he tries to give me back the love I offer him. And he insists in this impossibility with such a benevolence and pity that I have to forget his fault, such an enormous fault.
He pretends to love me and I pretend to believe him. So we can pretend to be – and will continue to be – happy.
(We pretend so well I've actually come to believe it…)
A/n: I'm not a natural English speaker so... my English is a bit rusty. Anyway, feel free to comment. Your feedback is always welcome.
To Ana, my best friend and beta reader.