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.
♠ ♠ ♠
aww.