That hot guy i never really got to talk to

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A pair of strong arms wrapped around me as I walked into the great hall.

"Marissa. Me and Hermione were worried about you where were you last night?" A frantic voice greeted me.

"Oh yeah Jacob, um, well weren't you at potions? No? I moved out of Gryffindor tower because I felt like I was intruding, I'm not really a Gryffindor you know."

Jacob stared at me with sad eyes, "So you thought it would best to stay with the Slytherins who will most likely kill you in your sleep?"

"Yep."

"Come with me." Jacob grabbed my hands and pulled me towards the Hufflepuff table, "We can sit here, they don't mind." I beamed up at him and sat down next to him.

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