"Don't you know Anne?" his voice barely a whisper as he shook his head disbelieving. "Know what?" she breathed back. "You're beautiful." Anne and Gilbert didn't set off quite on the right foot, and after two years of arguments, misunderstandings and one smashed slate, they start to feeling something other than rivalry...
"You know what I think?" Harry leaned across the table. "I think you're afraid. You don't take risks like us Gryffindors." He scoffed. "Please, you Gryffindors are all wand-waving and no spell." Harry grinned, settling back into his seat. "Not me. I always follow through." "Prove it." Harry stood up and walked around...