You walk down the hallway, tears slipping from your eyes as the memories of him flood your mind. Your hand skims the wall, and you don't care how badly it gets cut. The only pain you feel is the pain that is in your heart. The pain of your entire world, crumbling right in front of you. Nothing makes that pain go away. No one ever could. You cry out at the bitter realization.

You mean nothing to him.

All that time, building up your confidence, convincing yourself that he loved you, goes down the drain. Every dream you had, ever plan you made disappears on the wind, a memory known to no one but you. The bitterness of it all, the reality of the world, falls upon your shoulders and you stumble, unable to hold it all.

You mean nothing to him.

You know that this time, you can't talk yourself out of it. You've seen it; you've experienced it for yourself. The memory, the pain, stays fresh in your mind, like a slap on your cheek. It stings, bringing tears to your eyes and pain in your entire being. What's worse is knowing that no matter what you do, things will always remain the same. Nothing will change, no matter how hard you wish it would.

For you mean nothing to him.

The tears fall with no hesitation now. Things fall into place. The disappearances, the lame excuses, the curious glances to no one in particular. At least, you thought it was no one. But, you had shrugged those off, thought nothing of them. They came and went, you refused to give them more than a second's thought. You saw what you wanted to see. But now you see what you have too.

That you mean nothing to him.

You have no one to turn to. There is no one to comfort you, no one to lend a shoulder. That person used to be him. You used to run to him with your troubles, rant to him, and he would nod his head in understanding. He would kiss your forehead, whisper that everything was going to be alright. And for some reason, you thought it would be. But you realize that it never will be.

Because you mean nothing to him.

Even though you know that nothing will ever matter anymore, there is one thing that you hold on to. Hope. You know never to give up hope, that hope is the only thing you can rely on. You know that it keeps you going through the hard times, keeps you strong through the tears and the pain. But then, deep down inside, you know what everyone else refuses to admit. That there is no hope. There never was any hope.

For you mean nothing to him.

You see him, running in the courtyard and your pulse quickens. He seems to be running towards you, but your heart knows better. You see him, scooping up someone else. You see him, kissing someone else. You see him, setting her down, running his hands through her hair, and kissing her again. You watch as the rain begins to fall and they seem to dance in it. The words you've been trying to fight off echo in your head. For he fell in love with Hermione Granger.

And you mean nothing to him.