Autumn has not yet come into its own, so the weather was warm. There was not a single cloud in the sky. The green leaves on the trees have not yet acquired a yellowish tint, and only the cool air in the morning foreshadowed the imminent arrival of this autumn.

The last thing you want to do on such a fine day is to sit in the castle. But, unfortunately, today Daphne Greengrass cannot afford the luxury but of a walk through the grounds of Hogwarts.

It is impossible to say that she had some very important things, no. All she had to do was send a letter to her parents. But ... her mind drifted…

Firstly, she simply did not want to play friends again. Friends is a fiction, like most of her life. All for the sake of the names and gender. Yes her Friends are only Slytherins, with pure blood and rich ancestry. Oh, yes, there is a fashion of wedding by Contract, that's why she never ever melt herself with any of those otherwise they took a wrong meaning of this and the next moment a marriage contract in the hand of her father. So it turns out that in fact Daphne had only one friend - Blaze. But he drifted away, spending most of his time with Malfoy and his company.

And secondly ... Draco Malfoy himself. Pansy inadvertently blurted out too much about the Dark Lord and the vague hints of Malfoy. From these secrets, Daphne was a little uncomfortable. Their family always occupied a neutral position, and now ... Slytherin heard conversations about a possible wedding. And she did not understand how you can intermarry with the family of Death Eaters. Especially now, on the eve of the war ...

She began writing a letter back in the summer, knowing that she could not say it, looking her father in the eye. The letter was rewritten several times, the first version was chaotic, based solely on the emotions that Daphne used to hide. The second letter came out more logical, but also more official, like Greengrass wrote it not to her father, but to the Minister of Magic himself. Finally, the third letter turned out exactly the way Daphne wanted to see it: coherent, logical, but not so official as the second.

And who would have thought that Greengrass is not the only one who decided to enter the owlery today? But Potter and it was he walked, or rather flew from the owl. Probably in a hurry to his precious friends, and therefore knocked down the Slytherin princess.

"Daphne?" Harry was confused for a second. "Forgive me please. Let me help."

Greengrass ignored the outstretched hand and stood up herself. Then she shook off her robe and was about to continue on her way, but Potter blocked her way.

" It may be good that ..." he did not finish and looked at his feet. " I wanted to tell you something. "

Harry looked at Greengrass, but remained silent, as if trying to muster courage.

"Fuck off," hissed Daphne.

"Do purebloods say so?" asked Potter, adjusting his glasses. There was no shadow of bullying in his voice. "You know ... I always thought you looked like the Snow Queen. Same beautiful and cold. And now I think your coldness is part of your mask. You hide your thoughts and feelings in the guise of an pureblood princess. And your heart is hotter."

The words were beautiful, but they did not touch Daphne.

"Get away from me," the girl hissed again, clenching her fist.

"Why? Why do you say that?"

" Why?" confused look of green eyes. "Because we are from different house? Because this is the first time i am talking to you? I've been watching you for a long time. Yes, it's disgusting ..."

Harry ran his hand through his hair, ruffling them on the back of his head, took a few steps towards Daphne. Potter's movements were sharp and ragged. Now and then he nervously licked his lips.

" I understand this a little? But I don't know why but I ... I love you, "Potter blurted out.

Daphne just shook her head. All anger has evaporated, without leaving anything behind, as if someone had turned off all emotions. So even better.

"Even more," Potter continued. "You are my oxygen, do you understand? Without you I'm choking. Just ... just let me breathe."

And now Harry Potter, the hope of the entire magical world, stands in a certain step from the Slytherin princess, awaiting her sentence. Hands nervously fumble the edge of the mantle, gaze out from under the glasses, like a lost child. And sad and funny.

The girl involuntarily grins. She simply understands that she feels absolutely nothing for the Golden Boy. No anger, no hate, no love. Even pity. Nothing. Absolute emptiness.

"You know, Potter," Daphne said slowly. "I'd rather suffocate."

And, turning, left, leaving Harry Potter alone in the corridor.

A/N: Nothing to say, i just want romance for my favourite couple.