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"You like Justin Finch-Fletchy," stated my friend, Susan Bones, nonchalantly.
"No I don't," I said as I continued to file my nails.
"I can tell you do. You're always around him, mooning after him."
"I don't moon after anybody," I said indignantly, trying hard to fight the blush rising in my cheeks.
"You like him. I can tell," Susan said, shrugging.
"Who does Hannah like?" Justin asked as he walked over to the couch and flopped down beside me.
"Oh, no one," I said, throwing Susan a warning look.
"She likes-", Susan seemed to have chickened out at the last moment, "She likes Cedric Diggory."
Justin rolled his eyes, looking at me with disappointment, "Really? Well every girl macks after him."
"I don't 'mack' after Cedric Diggory," I exclaimed, which caught the attention of the whole Common Room.
Cedric Diggory included.
I cleared my throat, "Ahem. Sorry, Ced, I just don't think you're my type."
Cedric glanced at me, and nodded, "Alright, then. Shame. You have a nice body."
I blushed.
Justin looked at me appalled, as everyone returned to what they were doing before, "You do like him!"
I swatted his head, "NO I DON'T!"
"Then why did you blush?"
"Because girls tend to blush when hot guys say they have a nice body," I explained angrily.
"You admitted it! You called him hot!" Justin declared.
"JUST BECAUSE HE'S HOT, DOESN'T MEAN I LIKE HIM!" I screamed.
"Well, let's test this out then. Hannah, you have nice jugs."
I blushed crimson.
"Aha."
"Aha, what?"
"Aha, you think I'm hot."
"Well, how did you come to that conclusion?"
"Because you said you blush when hot guys compliment you, I complimented you, and voila, you blushed."
"So?"
"So this!"
And Justin Flinch-Fetchy, my long time crush, grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me into a kiss. And it was delightful.
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And this could be a one-shot, or an ongoing thing. You, America, decide. Sorry, American Idol moment. Well, ongoing or one shot? Be sure to notify me.
Forget be my Valentine, will you be my reviewer?
Thank you in advance,
Trapped Rabbit.