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 SCREAMS ERUPTED THROUGHOUT THE CASTLE; CRASHES AND BOOMS BOMBED THE WALLS DOWN. The war had started, and all hell was breaking loose. Students were scared, but they were ready to fight for their school; their home and their lives. Teachers and staff were fighting for their school, their jobs, and their lives. Spells were being casted-jets of light shooting out of the tip of the wands, hitting the enemy right in the chest. Lifeless bodies dropped onto the concrete ground; screams of agony echoed through the hot spring air. The forcefield that surrounded Hogwarts was breaking apart piece by piece, as more Death Eaters had invaded.
The brunette Slytherin and The Boy Who Lived, stood outside of The Room of Requirement, their hands interlocked together. The raven-haired boy closed his eyes. In seconds, the door appeared, as the two took a few steps forward. His other hand that wasn't holding onto hers, pulled open the steel door. They walked into the room; it looked the exact same as it did just last year. Blaire looked at Harry's features, knowing that he was hearing the Horcrux speaking to him. "It's in here, isn't it?" Her voice was soft, but it was clear.
Harry nodded his head, not looking at her. He walked a bit forward, standing near a table. The brunette witch noticed Harry was staring at a blue velvet box. He opened up the box revealing a beautiful tiara, glimmering in the open.
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Blaire thought it was beyond beautiful, like it was made for a princess or queen. She watched Harry trail his fingers down the diadem, his eyes glaring down at the lost object. They were silent; the only noise was from their heavy breathing.
"Well, well, what brings you two here, Hope, Potter?" A voice hissed, causing the couple to abruptly turn themselves towards the voice.
Draco, Goyle, and Blaise.
"I could ask you the same thing, Malfoy," Blaire grimed.
