Status: Complete :)
Conflict
In The Library
He watches her as she sits alone, her head bent down obscuring the book, and her red hair, a family trademark, twisting elegantly on her shoulders. As he keeps his gaze fixed upon her, his mind engages in racing conflict.
She’s a Weasley.
But why do I feel this way when I see her?
She’s a half-blood
But why can’t I take my eyes off her?
She’s Granger’s daughter. Father warned me about them.
But why do I feel that this is somehow right?
She’s scum.
She’s beautiful.
“Hello Rose. How are you?”
She looks into his eyes and smiles.
She’s a Weasley.
But why do I feel this way when I see her?
She’s a half-blood
But why can’t I take my eyes off her?
She’s Granger’s daughter. Father warned me about them.
But why do I feel that this is somehow right?
She’s scum.
She’s beautiful.
“Hello Rose. How are you?”
She looks into his eyes and smiles.
♠ ♠ ♠
aww.