Disclaimer: don't own Harry Potter
This story is based loosely on The Year of Secret Assignments. Don't own either. I am now feeling depressed, because I don't own anything. Gosh darn you. If the font shows up weird, I'm sorry. My computer won the award last year for crappiest computer and it's going to be put in a museum because it's so old. This is also my first fic, so have mercy. On to the story...
They lived the same life, everyday. They woke up, went
to the great hall, and tried not to look at each other. Then they
proceeded to class, trying once more not to look at each other, ate
lunch while avoiding eye contact, took notes in afternoon classes
while ignoring each other, attended dinner on opposite sides of the
great hall, and, well, Dumbledore didn't know what they did after
that, but he knew they did it separately. The few times they did
come together ended in a trip to the hospital wing for both.
This
story proved true for many Hogwarts students. 'Some things need
to change around here' Dumbledore thought. So he began
scheming.