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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THE FATAL FOURSOME STUCK THE LANDED ONCE THEY APPARATED OUT OF MR LOVEGOOD'S HOME. Blaire was furious that he had sold them all out to the Death Eaters, just like that. Her blood boiled knowing that there was no one they could trust anymore. The brunette Slytherin walked along side the trio, as they walked back towards their camp.
"Treacherous little bleeder!" Ron grumbled. "Is there no one we can trust?"
"They kidnapped her because he supported me. He was just desperate," Harry said, defending the man.
"Harry, he literally sold us out to Death Eaters. I don't care if his daughter got taken, our lives are more endangered than anyone else; especially yours, Harry," Blaire snapped at the raven-haired boy.
Harry sharply turned towards the girl, his eyes narrowing down at the her. "How could say that? How could say that Luna's life and everybody else's who aren't ours, don't matter?" The boy grimed.
The Slytherin took a few steps closer to him. Their noses almost touching, their fists glued at their sides. The tension was visible, able to cut it with a sharp knife.
"I'll do the enchantments," Hermione quickly said, breaking up the intense moment with the two.
A hand had grabbed onto Hermione's shoulder, turning her around. A Snatcher smiled at her, as she began running. Blaire had began running in the other direction of the group of Snatchers, looking around to see if the other three were behind her. She looked behind, before tripping on a tree branch that had fallen on the ground from the tree above.
"Shit," the brunette mumbled, before the leader of the Snatcher group picked her up by the roots of her hair. Blaire winced in pain, clenching her eyes shut. "Hello, beautiful," he greeted her.
Blaire glared at the man, as she spit in his face. "Bite me," she growled.
"This one is lovely," the Snatcher sarcastically grumbled, wiping the spit of his face.
The Snatcher took the Slytherin brunette over towards Harry, who had his face messed up. Harry had looked out of it-Blaire knew he was having one of his visions he gets from what Voldemort is seeing. He snapped back to reality, turning his head towards her. "The hallows exists-he's only after one, the last one. He knows where it is, and he'll have it by the end of the night."
Blaire looked at her boyfriend with worry, as she saw Ron and Hermione being held against their will, being pushed forward to the two.
