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."
