I don't

I don't like him. I couldn't possibly like him. He's so aggravating. He didn't even notice I was a girl until our 4th year! Anyway, he doesn't like me. I'm only his friend, the one he and Harry hang out with. The Smart One. The one with the stack of books. He's got such a temper. I could never deal with that. We'd always fight. We'd be like two cats, always picking at each other. He isn't even handsome. His hair's such a bright red, and those freckles! I could never like that face. And he likes pretty girls, like that Flour DeLacour. He didn't even know her name means 'flower of the heart'. Of course, I would know that. As he says, I read too much. Yeah, right! Like anyone could read too much! I could never like someone who didn't like to read, so I don't like him. Yeah. Right. Sure.

Sure.

AN: Sorry for being so brief. Anyway, If enough people (15-20) ask, I'll do a story on this. Otherwise, fuggeddaboudit!