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"i think i can tell who the wrong sort are for myself, thanks,"
the train rumbled on and on across grassy fields and rocky mountains. i glared angrily out the window as crabbe and goyle gorged themselves with sweets.
"why are you taking this so hard?" pansy drawled. "special boy potter doesn't like you. big deal. not everyone's gonna like you."
but that's just it. he's not gonna ever like me. he had no reason to. me and my family stood against everything he is.
"he's stupid for not liking you anyway. who wants to be friends with such a prat?" goyle said between bites of chocolate.
"oh i'm too cool to shake your hand i only hang out with homeless redheads," crabbe said in a high pitched voice that sounded nothing like him.
"yeah," i muttered, but it wasn't the response i was hoping for.
well, if i couldn't be his best friend, i guess i could be his worst nuisance.
and now there he is, sitting across from me sipping a café au lait in a muggle coffee shop, asking me about what i've been up to. for the first time, i don't have a response for him. i've never had nothing to say to him, but my voice seems to be caught in my throat.
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café au lait {drarry}
Fanfictionyou can't begin to explain a love story in a couple of words. but the best things in life are kept simple: two cups of café au lait, the whisper of the words, "i love you,"
