A/N: Found this on my computer so it's knida old. I should be typing a lab report but... Anyway, Tedromeda! Watcha think? Lemme know!
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She was a Slytherin. She was a Black, nonetheless. And he was a mudblood Hufflepuff. But he couldn't help his eyes from wandering to the far table in the Great Hall. And he couldn't help but think her every glance in his direction was a sign that she loved him, too. And even though his friends told him his head was in the clouds, that he was going to end up with his arse kicked, he couldn't help himself.
He knew, too, that he was setting himself up for heartbreak (and most likely a stay in the Hospital Wing), but there was a small hope in his heart. Every time her eyes met his in the corridors, or the classroom, or anywhere, he felt that behind that disdainful glare, he couldn't help but see something more.
And he knew that she could sense it, too, because her looks became more often, slightly longer, and just a smidgeon softer. So he smiled at her, because he knew she would come around.
And then she did.
And when she first found him in a deserted corridor, and when they met in secluded parts of the castle, it was so much better than he had expected.
When his friends started to notice something was up, he knew he should have stopped seeing her, but he couldn't help himself. He knew that it wasn't going to work out, because she was a Black, and he was what her family valued less than the dirt on their shoes. But he couldn't help himself; being with her was like nothing else he had ever experienced. It was wonderful, and exhilarating, and dangerous, and sweet, and so wrong, but so great.
And when she told him that it was wrong, and he was dirty scum, and that whatever they were was over, he should have let it go. He'd known it was coming. But he couldn't help himself. He couldn't give her up.
So he put himself in the Hospital Wing a few times trying to get her attention. And his friends, and even his not-friends but classmates, and teachers told him to be careful and that the Slytherins didn't seem to like him and he should give up whatever fantasies he had with the Black princess, but he didn't. He couldn't.
He couldn't see that same sign behind her eyes because she didn't dare look at him for months. But he could still feel it. And so he kept doing crazy things and put himself in the wrath of her housemates to show her that he would never give up what they had, what they were, what they would be.
And somehow it worked. It took a long time and a myriad of visits to the Hospital Wing, but she finally came back around. And even though she shattered her family, and had to give up the rest of her life, she didn't want to live without him. She couldn't.
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