Disclaimer: I shall say it once and never again: I am but a lowly muggle who likes to dream.
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She's electricShe's in a family full of eccentrics
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She was sitting beside him again thanks to their professor. He sighed. This had been going on for the past two weeks; all of their professors pairing them up for everything. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Instantly, he regretted it. The faint aroma he had sensed a while ago became stronger.
Chocolate.
Yes, that was definitely chocolate.
He heard a soft chuckle, loud enough for him to hear. He smiled inwardly, he knew it was meant for him to hear.
Damn her.
....flashback....
They were sitting on the couch in their common room, just talking. Then, the window to their left suddenly burst open, allowing a black owl to swoop in. It dropped a package on his lap, and left as quickly as it came in.
He eyed the note on the package and recognized his mother's handwriting.
"Who's it from?" she asked.
Tearing the wrapper, he said, "My mother...wonder what it is..."
Inside was a box of his favorite muggle chocolate, Ferrero Rochero, his secret fetish. He tried to hide it from her but she had already seen it.
She laughed, "You eat those?"
He was blushing but it wasn't obvious. It never was. "So? Am I not allowed to eat muggle chocolate?"
She stopped laughing and smiled. "Good for you."
He opened the lid of the box, "Want some?"
She shook her head, "No thanks."
He frowned. She must have noticed since she quickly added, "I'm not allowed."
"Are you on a diet?"
"No. Cavities."
It was his turn to laugh. "Are you serious?"
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She's done things I never expectedAnd I need more time
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She smacked him in the arm, "Shut up."
"Aww...pooh-wittle-yooo," he teased, pouting a little.
She smiled, a glint in her eye, and pinched his cheeks.
"OW! What the hell was that for??"
"For teasing me...and for looking so cute...a while ago."
"Just a while ago?" he asked, pretending to be indignant.
She nodded solemnly.
A second after that, they were laughing again. Whenever they were together, nothing seemed wrong. Problems were temporarily forgotten...unless they were in the mood for "serious talk".
"Come on," he said, shoving the box of chocolates under her nose, "Just one."
She pushed it away, "No."
He shoved it back, "Just one!"
"No!"
He gave her "the pout" plus his puppy dog eyes. He read somewhere that it drove girls crazy...he hoped it did. "Please? For me?"
She snorted. "Now you just look weird."
"Fine...but do you always do as you're told?" he asked, looking at her eyes.
Her lips curled as she reached for a piece and unwrapped it. She brought it to her mouth, biting half, her eyes never leaving his.
She chewed.
He stared.
She chewed.
He gulped.
She swallowed.
He blinked.
They were now fractions apart, lips barely touching.
"No," she whispered.