His Potter girl

08

That had been an awesome day.

He had literally spoiled me with cookies and we had left the floor sprawled with crams on it that made the room smell very nice.

We were playing some game with cards that he was teaching me. It reminded me of those games I played as a kid in the pool at summer with a really big group of friends when we laughed all the time. It was nostalgic but I loved it.

"I won!"

"It's not fair! You must be cheating somehow." I checked out the cards to see if he had played by the rules. He fucking had.

"It's basically luck, you know. You can't win if you get awful cards." He laughed at me.

"But I got really good ones!"

He guffawed and I gawked at him. "You really have to practise more." He wiped his eyes from the tears that had left his eyes while he was laughing.

I shook my head. "We've played fourteen times. You know how frustrating it is to have lost fourteen of those times?"

He thought for a second, probably doing the math in his head. "Technically, you should've won at least two. That's weird.

"Y/n, can I ask you a question?," he interrupted my giggling.

"What?" I calmed down, surprised that he had become so serious all of a sudden.

"Do you like her back?"

"Who?" The amusement was completely gone from my voice.

"Are you guys dating or something? I mean, what's your fucking deal?" He was a bit irritated and I didn't know what to do or what I had done.

"I don't know what you're talking about." And that was true; I was absolutely lost.

He laughed ironically. I had no idea of what was going on. "Merlin, Potter, you can't possibly be the only one who hasn't noticed."

"I don't know what you're talking about!" My voice had gotten louder towards the end of the sentence. "What the fuck?!"

"Fucking Wren!" He yelled at me.

"What's up with her?" My voice was low but angry. "She's like my best friend; my only friend, for that matter. There's nothing romantic beyond that. It's so fucking pathetic that you'd think so."

"No, it's not pathetic. And you're wrong because she likes you--"

"That's not true!" I interrupted him.

"Yes! Yes, it is! Fuck!" He yelled back. "You're so fucking blind. I can't believe you."

"I am not blind. How could I like her? When I-- and you--" I stuttered. "What are you so mad about, though? What do you care?" I frowned.

"Because I care about you and your life and I wonder what's going on in it because we're friends, too!"

"You cannot yell at me that we're friends." I said lowly, afraid that my voice would break if I spoke any louder.

"You're right. I'm sorry." He sighed and swept his hand through his hair, covering his face in the process. I quickly wiped a tear from my cheek.

We stood in silence for a while, looking everywhere but at each other.

"So... you don't like her?" He spoke softly.

"I..." There was no doubt I liked him, even I had convinced myself, but I couldn't say it. It's not that I didn't want to, there was something in the back of my throat telling me not to. "No."