Cupid, please hear my cry
And let your arrow fly
Straight to my lover's heart for me
Cormac couldn t help staring across the common room. He'd been staring for too long, and if anyone noticed, it might have come across as creepy. She was draped across an armchair and reading her Arithmancy textbook, absently twisting a curl around one finger, and the fire caught out the blonde and red highlights hidden in her hair. Her lips were parted slightly as she mouthed the words she was reading, and Cormac unconsciously imitated her, even as he imagined what those lips would feel like pressed against his.
One day, Granger, he thought, looking away as she glanced up. Soon.