❝He drew in ink and she drew in graphite.❞ "Oh fuck," he muttered as he traced his fingers carefully over the rough lines which were drawn with dark graphite on the snow white paper. And in the other end of London you could hear a girl mutter the same thing but instead she traced her index finger over more delicate sketches in nothing but black ink. -x- story idea by indiehaz All Rights Reserved 2014 © arietem

She's always been the shy girl that no one notices, but once she catches Harry's attention will things ever be the same again?