A/N Pure bit of fluff from a bored, bored girl. Humor me?
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She was sitting in the Common Room, working on an essay for Potions, when he was suddenly standing next to her, a bouquet of roses clutched in his hand. She did not bother to glance up. "No, Potter."
She was sitting in the Great Hall, eating her toast in peace, when he was suddenly standing next to her, a beautifully decorated box of chocolates held out in front of him. Again, she did not look up. "No, Potter."
She was sitting by the lake, knees hugged to her chest as the rain soaked through her robes, when he was suddenly standing next to her, looking defeated. "What will it take to get you to say yes?"
She finally looked up, and her heart nearly broke at the sight of him. He looked completely drained of energy, and the usual sparkle in his eye was nowhere to be seen. He was biting his lip nervously, and his puffy eyes told her that he had been crying.
She patted the ground next to her, and he weakly fell to her side, looking out at the lake. They sat in an awkward silence for a few long moments before he finally spoke again in a soft, pained voice.
"I've done everything. Everything I can possibly think of, and yet you always say no. Why haven't you ever said yes?"
She began fiddling with a loose thread on her robes, refusing to look up, convinced that the look on his face would bring her to tears. "I was afraid."
He laughed, the sound both distressed and incredulous. "Of what? Me?"
She sighed. "Of being hurt."
He brought his hand to her cheek, tenderly wiping her fresh tears away with his thumb. "You know I would never do anything to hurt you."
He was sitting by the lake, looking deep into her eyes, when she was suddenly kissing him.
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