Not a Chance
The Book.
She sighed; the book she had been searching for years for was finally in front of her. Well, on the other side of the store.
She ran, the smell of coffee sucked into her nose, her chocolate brown hair flew behind her. Her feet smacked against the old, creaky wood below her as she galloped to the shelf.
She was only a few steps away from grabbing the book she’s wanted for years. Finally, she stood in front of the bookshelf. She reached out and grabbed the old book.
So did someone else. She looked up.
“Let go of the, Weasley,” She growled looking into the eyes that belonged to Fred Weasley.
He kissed her. “Not a chance.”
She smiled and ripped The Tales of Beetle and the Bard from his grasp.
“Let me buy you a coffee.”
She then kissed him, “Not a chance loverboy.”
She knew why she loved this place, this small coffee shop on the outskirts of town. She loved it because she loved him.
She ran, the smell of coffee sucked into her nose, her chocolate brown hair flew behind her. Her feet smacked against the old, creaky wood below her as she galloped to the shelf.
She was only a few steps away from grabbing the book she’s wanted for years. Finally, she stood in front of the bookshelf. She reached out and grabbed the old book.
So did someone else. She looked up.
“Let go of the, Weasley,” She growled looking into the eyes that belonged to Fred Weasley.
He kissed her. “Not a chance.”
She smiled and ripped The Tales of Beetle and the Bard from his grasp.
“Let me buy you a coffee.”
She then kissed him, “Not a chance loverboy.”
She knew why she loved this place, this small coffee shop on the outskirts of town. She loved it because she loved him.
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First Drabble and first ever contest entry (: