The Slytherin Princess#1

The Slytherin Princess#1

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I stopped reading and stared at him. He stared back at me. We continue to stare at each other and he finally said, " Will you go to the ball with me?" "What?!" I said. He rolled his eyes and said, "Will you?" I tilted my head and said slowly, "I think I'll have to think about it for a month." He laughed and said one more time, "Miss Riddle, will you go to the ball with me?" I stayed silent for a while to get him frustrated and said, "I think-" I was cut off by his lips. He kissed me like he loved me for years and pinned my hands on top of my head. I started to kiss back he broke the kiss and said, "See, can't reject me, can you? " I rolled my eyes and said, "You didn't even let me finish my sentence."
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"There's not a single witch or wizard who went bad who wasn't in Slytherin." That's what Hagrid told him three years ago, the day Harry Potter, the boy who lived, life had turned upside down on his eleventh birthday. Y/n Pucey is no exception to that statement, so how is it that he's caught feelings so quickly for a girl who's no different from her housemates? ... Potter pauses for a moment, staring at me for longer than what's appropriate. His next words are so quiet that I can hardly them myself: "Do you fancy me?" My heart seemingly stops, and suddenly, we both stop moving. My eyes meet his green ones, and I see the same things I always do when I look into them; Him helping me at the Quidditch World Cup, him giving me his coat, him placing his hand on mine; I think back to all those nights in the kitchens, in the potions classroom, in the library. I think back to every word, every secret we had exchanged with one another. We knew everything about each other, yet nothing at the same time, and, at the moment, I realized he was much too close. I wanted to pull away. I should pull away, I think to myself, but... I stay put, frozen in place as I attempt what I think is a smirk. "Never in your wildest dreams," I then answer. And just like that, his lips land on mine.

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