*SLOWBURN*
"The thing about love... is that it is found in the strangest places. Places you'd least expect. People you'd least expect. Love is the food of life. And, those without it cannot truly live."
In which a girl falls in love with the person...
"Oh, so you finally heard the news? Took you long enough."
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"WAIT, WAIT, WAIT, you cannot say that Berty Bott's Every Flavor Beans is better than chocolate frogs. Chocolate frogs. It's chocolate! Who doesn't like chocolate?" I rant to Oliver, who claims that Every Flavor Beans are better than chocolate frogs. Can you believe the audacity of some people?
"But every bean is different! With chocolate frogs, it's the same exact thing every time. What's the fun in that?" He argues back. we both try to stay as serious as possible, but end up busting into laughter. People look us weirdly, but we don't seem to mind.
"Okay let's agree to disagree. But I hope that we can both agree the Butterbeer is the best." He says. "Actually, I've never had butter beer." I say shyly. Oliver's eyes widen, and he looks at me like I have a horn sticking out of my forehead. "You have got to be joking! You're joking right?" I shake my head.
He thinks for a moment, and then a huge smile appears on his face. He takes me by the hand, and starts dragging me through the crowded streets. "Oliver, where are we going?" I laugh. We come to an old rusty looking shack. A old wooden sign hangs from the door. It reads, 'The Three Broomsticks'.
"This here is the Three Broomsticks. The best place to get butterbeer." The bell chimes as we walk inside. Most tables are crowded by fellow Hogwarts students, mostly a range of fourth years through seventh years.
We sit at a booth and order two butter beers.
The waitress comes by and brings us our drinks, and I thank her with a tip. I bring the glass mug up to my lips and take a sip of the drink. My tastebuds start to dance from the new flavor. "Good isn't it?" He asks with a smirk. "That's an understatement." I take another gulp of the butter beer. It's gone within seconds. I laugh once I notice I have a cream mustache. "You got a little something." He laughs. I laugh shyly as I wipe it off. I look around the cafe, observing people. Once I lock eyes on a particular table, I see Malfoy, along with some other Slytherins there, his jaw clenched. I just ignore it and turn my eyes back to Oliver.
We sit and chat for a while just trying to learn more about each other. I learn about my family and where he lives, and what's it like.
"Hey, I've had a great time and we only have an hour left, so is it alright if I go find Cedric." I ask. "Yes, of course!" I smile. "Thank you so much! I had a great time... brother." I nudge his shoulder once I stand up. I open the door to the cafe, and it creeks as I do. I look back once more at the table, then turn and exit.
3RD PERSON P.O.V
He scans the room, and his eyes land on a booth. Arabella and Oliver are sat in the booth, laughing at something. Malfoy clenched his jaw as he turns back to look at his friends at his table. Pansy scoffs. "Turns out that muggle isn't muggle after all. She's pure blood. What a shame, and a disgrace!" His eyes widen, but not enough for anyone to notice. How did he not know? I mean now that he thought about it, she had hinted at it a couple times.
