“I heard Potter asked you out.” He’d said, his voice low, untouched by emotion or inflection. “Is that true, then?”
“Potter asks me out every day, Sev, you know that.” She’d replied, her voice defiant, even though her heart was racing.
“But you said yes this time, didn’t you?” he’d said, something in his voice cracking, almost imperceptibly.
“Yeah I did, but, but I…” she’d trailed off, oddly lost for words. Why was he asking her these questions?