A/N: Hey. I seem to write a lot of stories nowadays, eh? Anyway, here's a drabble I made.
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling is a genius. I am a mere amateur.
It never mattered. Really.
She never cared. Honestly.
He didn't either. Definitely.
It was just a fling, nothing more. And it was over.
So why did she bite her lips when she saw him with another girl?
And why did he punch the wall when another guy hugged her?
Why did her eyes sting and her lips quiver when he was staring intently at another girl?
Why did he ball his fists and shake with anger when she smiled at some other guy?
They never understood why they felt that way.
But I do.
They love each other.
That's why.
A/N: Well, that's it. Review?