Prologue

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When he first met her, he felt attracted to her childlike innocence. She seemed so sweet and innocent. He was surprised to hear when a first year like her was given the seeker position on the rival quidditch team. She must have been the youngest seeker in a century! It was hard not to notice just how cute she looked when she was nervous at her first match against his team. But along with that nervousness, he could see a hint of determination. To see her in action intrigued him.

He saw her grow from afar as they were in different houses and different years. As she grew into a teenager, his attraction to her became something more. He no longer wanted to admire her from afar. He wanted to be there for her and share a life with her. He wanted a friendship with her that he would hope would grow into something more.

By her third year, someone had already caught her attention. She was dating her quidditch team's captain, his rival. It pained him to see that it was not him but the pain was all worth it whenever he would see her smile. Even if he was not the cause of her happiness, he was happy if she was happy.

He could not let anyone know about this. It was something a Hufflepuff might think. It would hurt his own reputation. His own house was known for being ambitious and getting what they wanted. He wanted her but he wanted to get her in a way that wouldn't hurt her. The biggest obstacle, besides her relationship with his rival, was their house rivalry. But he didn't care about their rivalry. He didn't care what the other Slytherins may think. He didn't care that she was in Gryffindor. Because to Marcus Flint, everything about Primrose Potter was perfect.

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