7 Things

"I hate you."

"No you don't. You love me."

"Well, I hate that I love you. You arrogant, spoiled, self-involved, slimy, twat."

He smirked, "But you do love me."

"Not willingly."

"Then why?"

"I don't know. You're the most annoying, frustrating idiot I have ever met."

"There must be a reason that you smile when you think about me."

"Who says I do?"

"I've seen you."

"Who says I was thinking about you?"

"You better have been." He growled.

She laughed, "Of course I was. I love you. It's just that sometimes you're just this cold, calculating Slytherin and I forget to look past your cracked shell."

"I don't have a cracked shell. I am a cold, calculating Slytherin. You're stupid if you believe anything else."

"And I don't have ginger hair." She raised her eyebrows.

"Fuck me. You're impossible."

"Not as impossible as you. And gladly."