"You're playing my game now." His lips so close to hers, one simple breath away, "I came to play didn't I?" Nyla Moore, a Slytherin 7th year. Two boys, completely different, Hufflepuff and Slytherin. One of them gets her attention more than the other, not for the reasons expected though. Does she love them both? But isn't 'love' another simple word for keeping a fake promise together? ~story cover is avandells, all credit to her for her amazing piece.