A/N: Hi. The point of this fic is really just to post some drabbles I write when I'm not inspired enough to write an entire story. So I might update often or a few times a month. All of them will probably be a little over 100 words, but it doesn't really matter. Any reviews are appreciated.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and I will never own it. JK Rowling owns it. This disclaimer applies to all chapters after this one.
Quidditch Exterior
Often, I wondered if she saw the other side of me, the side that I didn't want anybody to see in fear of the rejection that would surely follow. When she glanced my way, my heart would start to hammer in my chest, though no signs of the fierce beating showing on my appearance. She didn't look at me enough, as though the few glances were enough to show her exactly what I didn't want her to see.
I imagine she saw behind the Quidditch exterior and through to the more sensitive side. Awkward glances and then quickly looking away become part of a ritual to us as we moved forward in time, not knowing that soon, the twins we both considered friends would push us together whether we liked it or not.