What Harry Wants

He felt the pain of remembering Hermione looking enchanted by this blue-eyed man with dark brown hair that did precisely what it was told, unlike his own wretchedly unruly mop. And in the early hours of the New Year as he lay in bed, restless and inexplicably angry and anxious he knew. He was jealous. And he was jealous because he loved her. He wanted her to look at him the way she’d looked at that man. He wanted her. And so his residence in hell began. I'm sure you all know what Harry wants - but does he get it?