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A new beginning.
He brushed his hair out of his eyes, just as she tossed her hair over her shoulder. A quick glance here and there and their eyes met.
"What are you staring at, Mudblood?"
"Just realizing that you have a strong resemblance to the common ferret."
She tossed her hair once more and strode out of the room quickly. As she rounded the corner, she sat down and let out a deep breath. Must not let him know I fancy him, must not let him know…
He sunk into an armchair and too let out a deep breath.
"Stupid Granger, with her soft hair and chocolate eyes…"
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Morning dawned bright and early as each awoke. As each got ready, each was filled with thoughts of the other. Stupid ferret… with his muscles and soft looking skin and silver orbs for eyes. She shook her head and finished getting ready and took off for breakfast. He groaned as he rolled out of bed. Stupid mudblood, with her hair and her lips, so plump and… He slapped himself on the forehead and started to get ready and soon also took off for breakfast.
She tossed her hair and rounded a corner. He ruffled his hair as he rounded a corner. They both fell into each other's arms and stayed that way for a second or so.
"How disgusting, a mudblood in my arms?" As he pushed her off he shivered at her touch, wishing they could stay like that forever.
"Do you think I want to be in your arms, you conceited git?" She once more wished it had lasted a second longer.
"Just watch it Granger."
Each went off their own way and went to eat.
Another day, another night; each tossed in their beds with thoughts of the other. I can't take this anymore, I need a walk. She tossed on a robe and strode out of her dorm, being careful not to wake anyone else.
Why can I stop thinking of her? Maybe a walk will clear my mind. Once again, each have decided to take the same route. She set towards the lake, a book under her hands and a mug of cocoa in the other. He set towards quidditch stands, broom in hand. Each settled down in their spot and she reading, he racing. An hour passed and each finished and settled back in their beds. A deep sleep overcame both and each filled with dreams of the other.
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