minutely subtle
[[ molly scorpius ]]
Really, she'd had enough of this. Christmas was a time for the family, and Malfoy had no right to be there. Oh, she knew he and Albus were best friends, and Malfoy's parents were overseas on a 'business trip', but that didn't mean he had to intrude on the Weasley family bonding time.
No matter how much she wished someone else would distract her, his blonde hair always stood out, alone in a sea of redheads and brunettes. Even Victoire and Dominique's signature silver hair dimmed in comparison to his platinum locks.
Their eyes met sometimes, him looking like he wanted to say something, like maybe he'd finally noticed her in a new light (but she'd always been reading too into things, hadn't she?). She'd always look away, blushing.
Because she'd told him her feelings in a not-very-subtle hint twelve months ago, and the way he'd reciprocated his rejection had not exactly been nice, to say the least.
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once bitten and twice shy
i keep my distance but you still catch my eye
tell me baby, do you recognise me?
well it's been a year, it doesn't surprise me
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