He shouldn't be thinking this. She was a mudblood; she was filth. And yet, she was constantly plaguing his mind.
They shared a NEWT astronomy class. He was a sixth year, she was a seventh. Under the moonlight, her red hair, deepened into a blood red in the dim light, glimmered eerily. It intrigued him and he found himself staring in her direction many times that semester. Slowly his thoughts began to involve her more and more with each day that passed.
She was a flower, and he was a star. Both are beautiful things. Flowers thrive in the sunlight; but stars, they become hidden. She needed the light, he needed the dark. Flowers don't grow and bloom under pinpricks of stars, and the same thing applied to him and her. He would do nothing but slowly kill her.
She was just a filthy mudblood and he was just a pureblood with a secret.
For Nanaho-Hime's 'Unrequited Love' challenge over on the HPFC.
disclaimer: if you recognize it, it probably doesn't belong to me.
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