Sorry it's been forever since I've updated and I'm sorry but life is hard and so are my classes so yeah, sorry.
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I knew it was over the moment she was sorted.
I didn't hear, I felt the sorting hat screech my rival house.
Gryffindor!
No, it was really saying - you will
never have a chance with her.
And still, my heart had the audacity to continue to pound madly when she brushed past me on her way to the Gryffindor table.
She smelled like parchment and creamed hot chocolate.
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I cried that night for the first time in years.
Because of a girl.
It killed me knowing she was out of reach, but even more that she was a she.
I could've figured out a way to dismiss my feelings toward her to my family if she was a guy.
I could've told them it could decrease the suspicion regarding our role with Voldemort in earlier years, if I were emotionally involved with a muggleborn.
But wizards aren't any more tolerable of homosexual activity than muggles are.
So I was stuck, stuck in love with the enemy once again.
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Maybe Some Day
FantasyPansy Parkinson was not raised in an acceptable manner. Given the choice to live up to her mother's and the wizarding society's Pureblood standards, or be disowned, Pansy always felt as though she were tiptoeing around a sleeping dragon. As she con...
