A boy my age pushed past me and knocked me on the ground. He had bright blonde hair and blue eyes. "Hey!" I said, annoyed, "You could at least apologize!" 

The boy stopped and turned his head slightly. "Sorry, I don't apologize to mudbloods." he said scathingly and took off.

I felt tears in my eyes.

She was a mudblood, and he was a pureblood. They hated each other. But if that was the case, then why did he want to comfort her? 

 She knew. Of course she knew. She and Sophie were best friends, she could read her like an open book.

 She didn’t let him finish. She pressed her lips against his, conveying all the pain he put her through, but also all the happiness that she felt at that moment. He grasped the back of her neck and deepened the kiss. He traced his tongue on her bottom lip, and she let him him, breathing in his scent and all that was him.