Okay, well, I'm horrible with summaries and I'm having a writer's block. I DO ACCEPT FLAMES. I'm THAT psychotic!



He watched her from afar. How much he wanted to touch her lips with his and smell that hair. He looked away. He could never be with her. It was a forbidden love that he was sure only he had. She probably didn't share his feelings. He felt someone tug his arm and saw a girl sitting there, beside him. He knew her but had forgotten her name along time ago. She pulled him towards the door, a suggestive look on her face. He hated this girl. He pulled his arm away and walked to the redhead sitting alone in the corner, her head down on the table and buried in her arms. She didn't hear him walk up, and was shocked to see him, her brother's enemy, sitting there. Ever since her third year she had loved him. It was more than the small crush than she had had on Harry Potter, but she had had to keep up the charade that she still loved Harry, or else people would have known she loved her family's enemy.

As she stared at him, he lost it. He leaned over and kissed her on the lips. When he pulled back, he was embarrassed. She could see the small pink tinge in his cheeks. She put her hand in his, fingers interlocking before kissing him back. When they pulled back they both looked at their fingers, which were perfectly intertwined. 'We fit together.' They thought as they got up and walked out of the Hall.



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