Despite what people say, we were just not meant for eachother.
We like totally different things. We act totally different ways. We're just…different.
Like…
You eat like a pig. I eat like a normal witch.
You don't like to study. I don't like to study, but I actually do it, and DON'T ask my friends (rather, friend, Harry, you don't do it either!) to do it for me.
You like wizard's chess. I think that killing Voldemort is higher on the priority scale.
You say, "I hated the Yule Ball!" I say, "Me too, thanks to you…"
You're stupid. I'm the Brightest Witch of the Age.
You're…you. I'm awesome.
You see? We're just not compatible. You belong to someone more…
Lavender-ish.
You know, you guys should really get back together.
You're both ugly, annoying, and makes me want to punch you.
And that's the eleventh reason I broke up with you.
A/N: Sorry for the short chapter, everyone! I got the ending part of this chapter from Soccerisawesome19's review. Hope you liked it, I'll update soon!