She was staring down a thick leather bound book in a confined corner of the library.
He was staring down a bottle of fire whiskey in the common room.
She was alone, save for the silence and smell of old books and she liked it that way.
He was surrounded by people congratulating him on winning the quidditch game and he loved it that way.
She was studius.
He liked to party.
She thought the world was cruel.
He thought the world was beautiful.
She had been kissed 3 times in her life by the same boy- Albus, her best friend.
He had never kissed the same girl twice.
She was nice to everyone.
He was nice to everyone, except for most people.
He was certain he loved her.
She was certain he didn't.
She thought he only had a crush on her.
He knew it was something more.
He planned on marrying her.
She planned on traveling the world.
Everything was a joke to him, except for her.
Everything was serious to her, except for him.
His heart was hers, the same couldn't be said for his body.
Her heart was her own, as was her body.
She hated him.
He loved her.
They were too opposite to belong together.
She knew this
he denied it.
They were teenagers who thought they knew everything about the world, and each other, without really knowing anything.
They weren't perfect, and this is their imperfect love story
Hi everyone! This is my first go at a fanfic, much more chapters to come. R&R please, flamers welcomed:)
Hope you enjoyed so far xx
-Posies