Chapter 1
If You Only Knew
His P.O.V.
Look at her. She sits there with her idiotic friends, laughing away the troubles of the world.
God how I hate her.
She drives me to the brink of insanity with her intelligence. Why does she have to be so brilliant? Why does she have to excel at everything she does?
Why does she even hang around those two blithering idiots? What can she possibly see in them? What can they possibly have that I don't? I'm handsome, rich, we are both interested solely in our studies, so why does she chose to accompany two people that share no interests with her?
She's laughing now. God her laugh is so… annoyingly beautiful. Why can't I make her laugh that way? God, how I hate her.
Her P.O.V.
Why does he keep staring at me?
It always looks like he has some putrid smell underneath his nose whenever I'm around, yet he continues to stare.
I know he thinks I haven't noticed, but it's hard not to. Even my best friends have noticed from time to time.
I can't stand him. He's rude, chauvinistic, insulting and incredibly snobbish. If he wasn't as rich as he is, I'm sure he would be a nice guy. Scratch that, I doubt it. He probably doesn't even know the meaning of the word.
Why does he keep staring? It's unnerving. But I need to know why does it. I must know.
Maybe Harry was right when he said my curiosity would make me do something I'll regret. But I must know.
God, he's doing it again. I wish he would stop. I can't stand him.
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING HARRY POTTER. ALL CHARACTERS BELONG TO J.K. ROWLING.
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