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At Hogwarts, there is a boy that everyone knows of. A boy with a heart of ice, hair like snowflakes, piercing gray eyes and perfume that smells exactly like winter. And winter just so happens to be Y/N's favorite season.

"Because you've forgotten what it's like to actually feel something." I whispered. Peter's expression softened and the only sounds between us were the steady unsynchronized breaths falling from our lips. He swallowed, the closeness of our bodies making my heart beat faster and adrenaline course through me. The feeling was neither pleasant nor unpleasant as I looked into his forest green eyes. "How can you make me feel so belittled with only words?" his troubled voice fell into a whisper and he gripped my shoulders. "Is it your goal to stand before me and pull me apart until I am nothing?"