He thought they were fine. He thought that it was real. He might have started this for fun, but to his shock and horror he actually felt something for the bossy bushy haired girl. He only realized it when she uttered the words "get off my boyfriend you daft twit!" The words weren't directed towards him; but to stupid Lavender Brown and Ron Weasely.
He stood there for only a moment before he turned and left without a word. She didn't notice, not until her other best friend pointed out her mistake. She left in hurried embarrassment. What had she done?
He was standing in room pacing while his best friend Blaise sat on his bed watching him. "You know what mate, this is better, I'm free to do what I like. I'm done with her."
"Then why don't you sound so happy about it?" Blaise always one to point out the obvious, never letting things slide.
He glared at his friend, but like always his friend was right, he wasn't happy.
She tried to contact him numerous times. She sent him countless owls, called him, even showed up at his house begging the house elves to let her in. Each time the owls were sent back with her unopened letters, phone calls went straight to voicemail until his box was full, the elves wouldn't let her in. She was at a loss, she needed to fix the mess she created.
He sat at his desk in his corner office, pretending to do work. To his dismay he missed her. He missed the way she would critique his filing system, the way they sat in comfortable silence when they would read together. He missed her smile when he said one of his lame jokes, he missed her frown when he was being a git. But the thing he missed the most was the way her lips melted into his, the way her body would tingle when he touched his fingertips to it. God he missed her so much. He tried hard not too but that stubborn woman wouldn't leave him alone.
His office door burst opened, standing in the frame was the woman plaguing his every thought.
"You are going to listen to me!" she said.
"What makes you so sure that I want to listen to you?" he retorted. "If you are here to say get off my boyfriend, I already heard it thanks. You can go now."
"No!" she stepped closer to his desk. "Look I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say it."
He tried to keep his stoic expression, he wanted to show her he didn't care "but you did. In fact I think you started this whole thing with me to get back at Ron. I am the person he hates the most, sweet revenge on your part."
She shook in anger "is that what you think?"
"How can I think otherwise? You are clearly not over Ron."
Her voice quivered "what do you want from me? So I might have lingering feelings for Ron. How can I not? He was my first boyfriend. If you can't accept it then that is your problem, which is a shame because I want to be with you, I love you!"
She was leaning over his desk now, he could see the tears that were trying to escape her eyes. Pleading for him to answer her. He stared at her for a long moment, he felt it, he knew he was in love with her too; but he couldn't say it. "I'm not saying it back!" he shouted.
She kept her eyes locked on him "I don't care."
He broke their gaze, slammed his fists on his desk, pushed his chair back and stood up "damn it!" He faced the wall and took a long deep breath, before turning back to her. No words were spoken, he stepped around his desk towards her. He took her into his arms and pressed his lips to hers.
Once again they melted into each other, and that is how they stayed.