There's a Reason
A/n: Very very short one-shot that I wrote a long long time ago and just kind of stumbled across. I've never actually posted anything I've written, so I figured I'd start small. Comments are appreciated, good and bad, whatever you want to say.
She sees him sitting there. She tries not to, she really does. She shuts her eyes as tight as she can, waits a few seconds, and opens them.
He's still there, smirk and all.
She'd always wondered why the hat had put her in Gryffindor instead of Ravenclaw. She'd never wondered out loud, of course. But sometimes at night when she was really tired and being really honest with herself, she wondered. Sitting here, seeing him, just seeing him, she knew. Her pride. She couldn't get up and walk over there. She could think about it; she could even imagine it. But she could never do it.
She'd been so caught up in thinking about her inability to get up, that she hadn't noticed him get up. Now he was sitting across from her, smirk and all.
She smiled. There was a reason he wasn't a Gryffindor.