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Hot, sweaty bodies. Hair in the face. Lovely lips, a scar like a lightening bolt...His voice, his lovely voice...His sweet, bell of a voice...he says...
"You gonna eat that"
"What"
Goyle's fat face suddenly appeared. I shuddered.
"No, whatever, take it," I murmured, shoving the plate with its meaningless contents to him. I watched in disgust for a moment before drifting into my own thoughts.
Oh, how I love him. I've loved him since I first saw him, that day in the robe shop. I can never tell him how I feel.
It doesn't matter. I've screwed up any chance I may have stood with him. I've been so horrible to him...
But I had to. If Dad knew that I loved the boy responsible for the Dark Lord's fall from power...or even that I roll that way...I would be disowned. Worse, maybe. Maybe I would be killed.
"Malfoy, we gotta go, man," came Crabbe's grunt. "Double Potions first thing."
Outwardly I sneered. Inwardly, I jumped for joy. Double Potions. I get to stare at him for a double period. What a good morning this has been so far...