Author's note: Rated T for suggestive themes. Drabble is sadly 109 words. Please review.
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PLAYED
[A drabble by Mesteria]
He was a player.
The entire school knew.
He had shagged every girl in his class at least once… some twice… some more than thrice. All the pretty girls wore their hearts on their sleeves. Weakness, he called it.
(She admired him from afar. They all warned her to keep her distance.)
He noticed her stares from down the Slytherin table. He winked. (She blushed.) He decided to make his move. The shy, delicate ones never said 'no'.
Later, he realized she wasn't shy. His usual conversation pieces and player intentions were lost, staring into her eyes, his own heart on his sleeve.
(She knew how to play him.)