I sat in the chair behind her.
I could see her long caramel hair hanging down in front of me.
It was so smooth, shimmery, and perfect.
Then I saw the smile on her face as her profile became clear.
That smile was not for me.
Her complete and utter perfectness belonged to Ron Weasley.
Weasley didn't deserve her.
But then again, why would I deserve her?
I was worse than he was.
Weasley was a war hero, and had been with her and the Golden boy all the way.
I had been a Slytherin, a Death Eater, a person intent on ruining them all.
She deserved more.
Much more.
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