She was down the hall, and he was smiling at her from his secret cranny in the wall.
She was smiling with Weasley and Potter.
He saw her say the words that he would never hear.
She had turned to the redhead and he saw her sweet mouth form the three words.
I love you.
He felt his life crumble around him.
Never.
She would never be his.
But once she turned down the hall, he stared at the place where she disappeared.
I love you too.
If you have a prompt for a drabble I can add to this, I will write one and post it.
Just review and tell me your prompt/story title/thoughts. (only K-T. I don't do M.)
~MA
