Luna Lovegood sat on the edge of a rickety bench in the frigid fall weather. She shivered like a wet dog as she turned to see a young man with nimble fingers and sincere eyes. "Have my coat, Lovegood."
Draco spoke harshly as she snatched the coat from him and slowly put it on. He turned to leave just as he heard something.
"Thanks, Draco." Words uttered from her fragile lips.
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"Ron, you can't stop hiding from her forever, you know?" Harry placed his back against the cool gray steel stall door as his friend flushed the toilet and stepped out into the light.
He guided his way torwards the porcelain sinks, turned the hot tap and the cold taps. Water slowly drained and appeared like a waterfall from the faucet. He knew he couldn't hide from Pansy his whole life. He would have to leave somehow. Just not right now, not for the first ten minutes of his life. He would have to sit by her in Potions. That would be in two days. He couldn't even imagine looking at her without fainting or feeling that same feeling he had been since last year.
" I know that, Harry." He spoke through bared teeth, angerily.
He splashed some water on his pale face, washed it off with the sand - paper like towels and headed out the door.
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The Three Broomsticks had buckets full of people streaming in. Of course, it was Saturday and most people were out enjoying a cup of tea or window shopping for random clothes or that new broom. Two people slowly found a evacuated bench and sat down.
"It's not like me to actually date." The man spoke up, gnarled teeth messed up and a button up shirt on. To his left was a short Asian girl who licked a sea green lollipop and listened to the silence of the raging relationship drowning in his deep, husky voice. She had to restrain herself from snogging him with a crowd forming in the small area they were in.
She climbed up, grabbed his rough hand and dragged him to a deserted store which used to be the old bookstore. Dust crawled in the most unknown spots, a lumpy horrid honey colored sofa sat in the corner.
Cho placed her hands on the hem of his deep green polo shirt and pulled it over his head easily.
The creaking of springs could be heard, steam covering up the only view of a small window above the couch.