She was a Slytherin and he was a Gryffindor.
❝Will you stop being a bitchy tosser, Hope?❞
❝Will you get yourself a new haircut, Potter?❞
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❛❛You make my heart shake, bend, and break. But I can't turn away, and it's driving me wild, you're d...
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BLAIREHOPEWASSITTINGATTHESLYTHERINTABLEFORTHEFIRSTTIMEINFOREVER. The brunette thinks the last time she sat at her house table was during the beginning of the year feast; which was over 4 months ago. Blaire listened into Pansy's conversation with Millicent about how Draco was totally falling for her. She almost chocked on her breakfast hearing what her distant friend was talking about. There was no way that Draco Malfoy; the Slytherin Prince, was falling for someone like her-Pugface Parkinson. Yes, she calls her that, behind her back of course. Blaire Hope invented that nickname for her friend, she was the one who had spread the name around the school.
Draco's name turned the brunette's attention to him. Blaire had looked around the table seeing no sign of Draco anywhere. She was confused as to where he was, but then she remembered he was barely around anymore. Come to think of it, Blaire saw how skinner the boy looked; how much paler he was; and how tired he was. The Slytherin witch had payed attention to Draco, sorta of, her time was mostly spend with the trio. Blaire wondered what was happening to her once friend-it wasn't that long ago they were close friends like her and Pansy were.
The brunette's classes went as it always did, but it was just a bit different today. The classes that the Slytherin's had with the Gryffindor's were bit of a problem. Blaire would of course be around the trio, but with Ron now being with Lavender, Hermione was refusing to be around him. The brunette feels for the brightest witch. Hermione was starting to become one of Blaire's closet, and loyalist friends she has ever had. And to see Hermione hurt and upset, made her feel bad.
Blaire turned her head to look at Harry, who was listening to what Snape was talking about. "Harry?" She whispered, trying to catch his attention.
Harry faced her, realizing that their faces were inches apart. Blaire felt her face heat up as her heart began palpitating. She could feel Harry's hot breath on her lips, as she chewed on her lower lip. The Potter boy flickered his eyes down to her lower lip that she chewing on, before picking his eyes up back up to her brown eyes. "Er...we need to do something about Hermione and Ron," Blaire stuttered softly, as her eyes were fixated on Harry's emerald eyes.
Harry shook his head, shaking himself out of his trance. "Yeah, but how?"
The brunette looked over at Ron holding hands with Lavender, as they pretended to pay attention to Professor Snape. She then turned towards Hermione, who was sitting alone. Blaire shrugged her shoulders in response to Harry's question, sighing in defeat, laying her head down on Harry's shoulder. Harry smiled, tilting his head on top of her hers.
