Diana Krum, Viktor Krum's half-sister and nearly as popular as him, moved to England in 1991 with her aunt and uncle to start her studies at Hogwarts. During her second year, she met Ginny Weasley, who told her about the crush she had on Harry Potte...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
'I guess you'll never know, never know'
☽︎•☾︎
"Oh, goddamn it,"
Diana had been spending the rest of the day alone, something she enjoyed way too much. She loved being with her friends, but sometimes fancied her own company, not having to listen to anybody else but her own thoughts, or on occasions like this; the music.
She loved listening to music until she fell asleep. That would be the times when she slept the best, though she couldn't stay up until two in the morning every night if she wanted to be in time for her classes. She didn't like listening to music with other people, even when she was wearing headphones, just because she didn't want anyone else to listen to the kind of music she was listening to. Not that it was awkward music, but it reflected way too well how she was feeling, and she didn't really fancy people knowing about the kind of ideas that occurred to her daily.
For once in the week, she felt at peace.
That was, of course, until someone opened the abandoned study room door and called her name, taking her back to her reality.
She looked up from the paper she was scribbling on and looked at the person who had interrupted her peaceful night.
Harry Potter.
"The fuck are you doing here?" she asked as she put her headphones off, annoyed at the sudden interruption.
Harry scrutinized the study room quickly, then glanced back at her.
"What are you doing here at two in the morning?" he asked back.
"It's none of your business," Diana replied, rapidly putting the parchment in her folder. She got up and started packing her bag, ready to storm upstairs, but Harry locked the door.
He got closer to her.
"What are you doing?" he asked. "Can't even be in the same room as me, can you?"
She snorted, "You wish,"
"Why're you leaving, then?"
Diana said nothing and sat back on the floor. "What do you want?"
He sat on the floor too, but quite far away from her, "You're mad at me, aren't you?"
"I'm always mad at you"
"Yeah, but not this mad," Harry smiled softly.
They didn't say anything for a while. Diana wished she was alone again. She wasn't in the mood for anybody's company, especially Harry's. She wasn't even mad at him, now that she came to think of it, it was just... Well, she knew something had changed. She didn't even find herself hating him as much as she used to do.
