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Two doors slammed. Two hearts were thudding furiously against their rib cages. Two heads were pounding. Pounding from a sound they both despised more than anything. Each other. And they'd only been back for two days …
“Nice legs, Granger.” He said, smirking at her. He watched her blush furiously and squirm slightly under the look he was giving her; he was aiming for a sexy leer, and had obviously hit the hammer on the head judging by the crimson scarlet of her cheeks.
“Draco? Seriously, stop looking at her!” Blaise urged, tugging on the arm of Draco's robes. Reluctantly, Draco tore his eyes from hers and looked at Blaise.
“Granger, could you refrain from sniffing my robes please?” Malfoy's voice sounded different; it sounded like he wanted to laugh.
“All yours.” She said, side stepping around him, backing into her room.
“No one said this would be easy, or that it wouldn't suck like a pile of Flobberworm crap in the middle of the Charms classroom.” He comforted her, rocking her.
“That didn't look like a conversation.” Ginny said, and Hermione could almost picture her folding her arms and glaring at Draco.
“I couldn't stand the way... his voice. It sounded so... possessive when he spoke of you. As if you were his. I couldn't take it. It got to me and I... I'm afraid to say-”
“This.” He held up the sack of money intended for Blaise. “Know what this is?” She shook her head, her warm eyes confused.
She was starting to regret doing it, because it felt like something inside of her had died. And kept dying over and over again every time she saw him.
So what is love? Is it a secret, or an open declaration of the feelings you feel for that one special person? Both our characters are having difficulty deciding, but they haven't experienced both... yet.
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