A meet up

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A.n- the song is "photograph - by ed Sheeran ( acoustic version)
I heard the clock that just announce midnight and got out of the bed carefully not to wake up anyone.
I got dressed and take my wand and started to head to the black lake.
I got there and hear someone whispering behind me:
"Hi!"- I jumped scared.
" In sorry for scaring you!"- I looked behind me and it was him.
" Hi. For start could you please tell me your name?"- I asked.
" Thomas Wilford. I'm sorry for the attitude of my friends."
" that's okay. I assume your new here..."- I said.
" Yes , how did you knew?"- he said with a bit of confusion on his face.
" I never saw you around and you don't talk to me like the usual slytherin does."- I told him
" oh . Okay, I heard that I'm suppose to be mean"
" Please don't be! I already was starting to like you..."- I said immediately regretting the last part.
" You did? How about if we get to know each other better?"- he asked grinning.
" Sure. What are your hobbies?" - I asked first.
" Riding on my broom , watching Quidditch..."- he told me.
" You should trie out for the Quidditch team!"- I said.
" How about you?"-he asked me.
" Well I like to read and singing with my guitar."
" Really? Can you play a little something for me? "-
" I don't know... I have never sung in front of anybody... But okay!"
I summed my guitar and started playing:
" Loving can hurt
Loving can hurt ,sometimes
But it's only thing that I know
When it gets hard
You know it can get hurt sometimes
It is the only thing that make us
Feel alive
We keep this love in a photograph
We make this memories for ourselves
When our eyes are never closing
Our hearts are were never broken and time is
Forever frozen still
Well you an keep me
Inside the pocket of your ripped jeans
Holding me close until our eyes meet
You will never be alone wait for me
To come home"
" That was beautiful! you are the best person I've ever heard singing!"- he said.
I blushed and we kept talking all night long and ... I love him.

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