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Did you think I liked those snowy winter nights?

Did you think that was really the way I liked my eggs? Scrambled?

Ugh.

Did you really think I liked going to Hogsmeade just to go to the Three Broomsticks and drink butterbeer till you couldn't drink anymore with that bad music blaring in your ears?

And putting up with people from your and my house bagging me out anywhere anytime about going out with you? And you didn't even try and defend me.

Did you actually think I didn't know what you were up to?

That I didn't know everytime you said 'I love you' you cringed just that tiny bit?

It was in your eyes.

That I didn't follow you when you said, Gin, hon, I really need to go to the library. See you later okay?"

Sure, the library. I never knew the library was an abandoned classroom where the librarian was some slut from Hufflepuff.

Some library.

And when you came back from the 'library,' I'd ask you "how was research?" and you'd always say,

"Haven't finished yet. Due tomorrow. I have to go again later. You know me."

Do I Draco?

Did you really think?

Then I guess you didn't know me.
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