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In which a scarred girl tries to get over her parents death, she lets herself be comforted by her childhood friend, Theodore Nott.
What happens when she realizes that she wants more than friendship?
~post war~
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We all walked into the three broomsticks where I was immediately greeted with the warm aroma of coffee. I inhaled slightly, remembering all of our fun meet ups here.
"Azrael, are you going to stand there staring at a wall all day, move out of the way!" Pansy said, grabbing my arm and pulling me out of my momentary trance.
Blaise walked closely behind us, Theodore just starting to enter the building.
I looked up to see those blue eyes again. They pierced into my soul, and i was immediately uncomfortable. I felt bad for sleeping with Draco, and I hope he didn't want anything more from this.
"Draco! Its so good seeing you again, mate!" Blaise said, pulling Draco into an embrace.
"Get your filthy hands of me." Draco said jokingly, still pulling into Blaise's embrace.
"Oh get over here Drakey-poo!" Pansy said, jumping into Draco's arms.
"What's gotten into her?" Draco asked, staring at Pansy's drunken looking state.
"No idea." I said.
He merely nodded at me as a greeting. He also tried to talk to Theo, but Theo gave him the cold shoulder.
We all went to sit down, but I offered to go and order us all butter beers.
As I walked to get into line, I felt a presence next to me.
Theo.
I glanced up, starting to feel nervous.
"Look, Azzy. I get that you're pissed with me , but you can't just not talk to me! That's not how you and i work, and it's killing me."
"Theo, it's only been less than twenty-four hours." I looked up at him laughing slightly.
"Twenty-four hours too many. I swear, I was acting harshly, and I'll stop butting into your relationships. Fuck whoever you want!" He said, seeming liked he regretted saying the last part.
"If it makes you feel better, Draco wasn't even that good." I said smirking slightly.
Relief seemed to spread across his face, seeing that i barely fussed over his entire speech.
"Im sure I'd be 10 times better than he ever could." He said smirking cockily.
"Well you'd have to prove it to me for me to believe it." I said, knowing i flustered him after seeing the look on his face.
"Maybe I will" he said, a special glint in his eye. He walked off, as i was left in line to get the butter beers.
I returned to the table with the drinks, setting them down in front of everyone.
"So Azrael, how's your love life beennn?" Pansy said, elongating the words as she downed flasks of alcohol which came from a mystery source.
My eyes widened slightly. As three of them were sitting at this table alone.
