A.N.: Hi! This is an idea I've been wanting to write out for about a month. In case you don't know, this song is from the musical Wicked. It's sung by Elphaba (the Wicked Witch of the West before she was the Wicked Witch of the West) after having a moment with Fiyero (the Scarecrow before he was the Scarecrow) and left to go on a date with Galinda (Glinda the Good Witch before she was Glinda the Good Witch). It's a beautiful song, and I think it fits Hermione very well. This is set in HBP right before the whole canary bit.
Hermione ran out of the Gryffndor common room sobbing.
Hands touch, eyes meet.
Lavender had been looking at him more than normal.
Sudden silence,
He'd become awkward around her.
Sudden heat.
They had a passion no one had seen coming.
Hearts leap in a giddy whirl.
They were both happy.
He could be that boy:
Ron may be lazy and brash, but he was still a good person.
I'm not that girl.
Obviously, she wasn't for him.
Don't dream too far,
She'd been having dreams involving the two of them that were very unlike her.
Don't lose sight of who you are.
She was the brainiac with all the answers. He was the dumb guy who stuck through until the end.
Don't remember that rush of joy.
She thought of various moments in their Hogwarts years. Flying to catch the key, cheering for Harry at Quidditch, saving the world.
He could be that boy,
He wasn't what she'd imagined, but he was an incredible guy.
I'm not that girl.
She wasn't supposed to fall in love, especially now. Harry needed her, and she was worrying about Ron.
Every so often, we long to steal to the land of what might have been.
She often wondered what it would be like if they didn't have to save the world all the time.
But that doesn't soften the ache we feel when reality sets back in.
Reality crashed upon her every time she opened the Daily Profit.
Blythe smile, lithe limb, she who's winsome, she wins him.
The princess always got the prince. She wasn't a princess; Lavender was.
Gold hair with a gentle curl,
Lavender's hair was always perfect, with hardly any work. She had to work for an hour just to make it possible to get it up in a ponytail.
That's the girl he chose,
Lavender Brown. Making out. In front of everyone. His choice.
And heaven knows, I'm not that girl.
She and Lavender were as different as Harry and Malfoy.
Don't wish, don't start,
She had never believed in wishes.
Wishing only wounds the heart.
It only hurt more.
I wasn't born for the rose and the pearl.
She was meant to learn, to practice, and to fight. She wasn't meant for girly.
There's a girl I know.
She and Lavender knew each other well, but not like they were friends.
He loves her so.
They'd been snogging with a passion.
I'm not that girl.