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He watched from the window and saw them walking hand in hand their arms swinging slightly. And he watched as she turned her head to look at him while he was talking and then she would usually giggle. Then they stopped walking. They turned to each other. Looking longingly into each other's eyes. Then he said something. She started laughing and got up on her tippy-toes to kiss him. Then they resumed their walk.

He sneered at the sight before him. He walked away from the window not wanting to see any more of it. He had to find the man he was looking for. He walked into the kitchen to find the exact man that he was looking for. He was just sitting there. Idly stirring his coffee. The man was brooding. He could definitely tell that. He walked over and sat across the table from him. The man looked up at him and spoke.

"What do you want? If you're going to ask me if I want to play Quidittch, I have much better use of my time."

He looked at him. Never in a million years would he have thought that he would have seen this man so defeated.

"No. I do have something that would suit your interest though." When he said that, the man's ears visibly perked up.

"Go on."

"He's not really that serious about her you know. He's waiting until he can get her hopes up high enough to break her heart. He's been cheating on her the entire time with some other floosy. He's just using her."

The man sitting across from him at the table was angrier than he had ever been before.

"That no good, two faced liar!" The man's voice was no more than a whisper. But the other man could feel the anger radiating off of him.

"How do you know this?"

"When someone forgets to put a silencing charm on the room or talk loudly enough on that stupid mobile of his, than you're bound to know some secrets." He leaned back in his chair making sure that his story was believable enough.

"If he thinks that he can get away with this. The he has got another thing coming!" With that, the man left the room. The man who still remained in the kitchen leaned back in his chair with his hands resting on the back of his head.

"Ron Weasley, you are a genius." He mumbled to himself. 'My work here is done.'

With that final thought, he left the room.

A/N: Sorry I haven't updated in a while. School and sports have been crazy. I just want to put out there that if you guys like Harry Potter Fanfiction, you should go check out the podcast 'audio fiction' on iTunes. Or, you can go to and search it on there. Well hope you guys had a good Turkey-Day. See ya!

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