Blaise would never see the color yellow the same again... 💛 A story in which an arrogant, aristocratic Slytherin sits next to a cheerful, artistic Hufflepuff and falls in love.

"𝙄 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙩 𝙨𝙤 𝙗𝙖𝙙𝙡𝙮" Highest ranks: #1 in george #2 in hermionegranger #3 in harrypotter #4 in georgeweasley #5 in weasleytwins

"We are supposed to be on patrol." "Oh we are." He threw something shiny at me, which I manage to catch. "I just don't want to get in trouble because of you. Wear it." And with that, he left to check that there were no students around. Probably you're doubting our hatred at this moment. But I hate that kid, more than I would hate loosing the family prefect pin. I wore the small pin handed over by Cedric, remembering that next time I would be the one handing him something. A rose over his grave. "Who said I don't want to?" I said back at the boy, trying my best to be calm. I wasn't mad, I just didn't really accept the fact that he thinks I'm weak. "Let's bet. If I get selected, you do whatever I say, and if you get selected..." he cut me off. "You do whatever I say." 거친. . . I feel way better about this new start. I didn't change much, but I hope you like it as much as I love writing this.