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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THETASTEOFHARRY'SLIPSSTILLLINGEREDONTHEBRUNETTE'SLIPSWHILETHETHETWOWALKEDBACKTOWARDSTHEGYFFINDORCOMMONROOM. The two love struck kids didn't say a word on the way back; almost as if they were in shock of what had just happened moments ago. Blaire quite stunned herself. She always never liked the Potter boy for always getting attention, and for always never getting into trouble. But for some reason, she loved the feeling of his lips moving against hers. A burning passion ignited their lips as soon as they touched. The brunette was almost melting under Harry's touch-her inside's yarning for more physical contact.
Blaire had looked over at Harry, bitting her lower lip, watching how his forehead was wrinkled from focusing on a certain subject. She watched how he calmly walked down the hallway, not giving anything away. The brunette Slytherin wanted to perk up a conversation, but was worrying that it would make it extremely awkward.
The two had walked through the tunnel to get to the other side of the common room, approaching Hermione and Ron. "So, did you and Blaire do it then?" Ron asked, as the group had sat down in the arm chairs.
Blaire and Harry both looked at each other, flushing with embarrassment. "What?" Harry asked, trying not to look Ron in the eye.
"Well, did you both hide the book," Ron asked again, as he and Hermione looked at the pair with a strange look.
"Of course we did," Blaire shrugged, leaning back against the arm chair, not realizing that Harry shoulder's was beside her. As soon as the brunette hit his broad shoulder, she sprung up placing her body beside the Potter boy.
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The next day, the fatal foursome met up once again in the Gryffindor common room, near curfew. Harry was telling the group about how he had no luck with Slughorn. Blaire had found it quite interesting that Slughorn had been hiding this secret about what he had told Tom Riddle long ago.
"Luck," Harry shot up, his head showing a light bulb. "That's it."
Blaire smirked, already knowing what Harry was hinting at. She was already loving this idea. "All you need is a bit of luck," she said, causing the trio to nod at her.
